What was my barber thinking,
With his razor sharp scissors and excessive blinking,
As he chopped off all my hair,
Did he want to make me look like a baby bear,
The bangs are nice and long,
But the sides are all wrong,
I suddenly look like a very confused woman,
Who could pass off to be a man,
My big round cheeks,
Are no longer playing hide and seek,
Under my neatly fallen hair,
Instead there's only air,
And no protection from the big bad world,
They've been unfurled,
In all their round glory,
I can't wait for them to be a forgotten story,
Under my bouncy little bob,
That no longer is a bob,
I self soothe, by convincing myself it's just hair,
It will grow back, faster than climbing stairs.
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