#hair

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  • veronica_06 15h

    An ode to locks

    She's curly curly and whirly,
    Tangled and twirly,
    Dark and bunchy,
    Shedding and frizzy,
    Irking but crunchy,
    Withering but inchy,
    Greyscale but pinchy,
    Friendly with fringy,
    Her style is swirling easy,
    Rapport with clutchy,
    Lovely and bouncy,
    Savvy and malleable
    Ravishing beyond slangy
    Loads of love my Dutchy!
    ©veronica_06

  • in_fragments 2d

    Here's a small part of my hair story, inspired by @murryben telling hers ����
    #pod #poem #childhood #hair @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay

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    Atrocious Beauty

    A growing little girl,
    and an ailing immune system-
    while they were sucking the blood
    from my untrained veins, every week
    a new medical tube to fill
    with strange illness,
    my soft blonde hair
    came falling out in strands.
    Health ramifications
    keeping tresses brittle and thin-
    a growing little girl forming bald patches,
    wishing for nothing more
    than the long, flowing locks
    her peers wore. She thought
    the odd spots of fallen pieces
    made her head seem ugly
    and impossible to care for,
    unable to hold a beautiful curl
    or caress without losing fringes
    between unsure fingers.


    On one of my birthdays
    a brush got stuck in my hair,
    and I was horrified
    when they had to cut it in a heap
    to pull the round monster out.
    One minute, a happy child celebrating,
    the next, a small girl crying
    as if her mother
    had cut away parts of her brain.
    An unexpected accident
    became a profound mental scar
    atop a head so young, behind a mind
    becoming so taciturn already.


    I was never in charge of my own hair,
    the most important part of a woman
    in a shallow, sickly society.
    I hid away the memories
    like I did with all other memories;
    bottled them up when no one could help,
    threw them behind mental barriers
    as a child so I could still survive,
    my days I spent hiding
    from such gruesome dispositions,
    afraid of hearing the clipping of blades
    in my daydreams.


    Now that I am older,
    and my hair is finally healthy,
    for the first time I am safely reflecting
    on the hair trauma
    that has affected my behavior
    and state of mind subconsciously
    for the past three agonizing decades.
    I was stuck in a constant
    loop of loss and grief,
    yearning over something
    I was losing more control of every day.
    Even now, in my worst,
    most self destructive moments,
    I fantasize about ripping it all out,
    cutting it all off
    with the sharpest scissors
    I can imagine, shaving it away
    from crown to brow, and nape to top-
    because I am bound to lose it
    all again anyway.


    Beauty is fleeting, and beauty is atrocious.


    Beauty is a delusion,
    and the world has made me sick of it-
    sick for it- my entire life.


    I take care of what I have now,
    while I have it, needing nothing more
    and trying to find ways
    to put this old suffering to rest.
    I brush my hair
    and am grateful every day
    I still feel it on my head-
    grateful and terrified;
    waiting for that inevitable day,
    that innocuous process, the moment
    where it all begins
    to fall out for good.
    ©in_fragments

  • akufuna35 1w

    SECRETS

    There's a secret shared among girls with afro hair.
    The bigger the afro, the bigger the personality.
    ©akufuna35

  • ericajean 3w

    #cosmic #strong #activist #hair #sun

    I am a love locked monster
    In a landlocked voice of consciousness
    An outcast-
    Swimming upstream in a battered mind
    Full of tenderloin tenderheaded-ness

    Bloated with dead water,
    Smoothed in the fragrance of
    Blue fire
    My hands are held high
    I praise the invisible

    Raise the temporary socio-eco
    Olympus

    With iron-wings and heated hate
    I look for light that cuts the ignorance

    Knives of steel
    Blank words my Achilles heel

    Beautiful notes are crunched
    In vocal c(h)ords from
    Screams in defiance
    While sexy, while dexy while Pro
    Black Gold

    This could be why my hair is coily,
    This could be why my hair is kinky
    This could be why my comb’s teeth break
    This could be why my strands extol
    Ra

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    My kinky strands are soft wires kissing Ra's warm face

    ©ericajean

  • kadyan_naveen 6w

    My Love

    i just want to hold your hand
    and count stars together..

    just want to enjoy moments together
    no matter where....

    pulling your hair
    even when it annoys you

    start with morning coffee
    up to the late night snack
    always with you..

    just be with me bcz you're the only one ,
    whom i love from moon and back ❤️❤️❤️
    ©kadyan_naveen

  • anuradhasharma 8w

    इतनी घनेरी गहरी , काली अंधेरी है ।
    तेरी जुल्फ में की , मैं इनके बिछते ही ।
    समाज की हदे भी , भूल जाता हूं ।



    ©anuradhasharma

  • heartstrings_pal_ryu 15w

    Hair

    A sign of femininity for the majority
    Long hair a sign of growing seniority
    So much self-esteem attached to them
    Will I really change without them?

    I thought it'll be a new feeling when they grow
    The imagination and expectations of a child are never low
    I could finally let them grow out in my late teens
    Changing them to take control when life went out of control in my twenties

    I like them down my shoulder and my waist
    Cold breeze of summer in them with a sweet taste
    I wonder why they're called wild when set free
    I feel my best when I just let them be

    And on days when I want to dress up
    Someday I'll put them in a bun right up
    Or maybe I'll get to embrace a pixie cut
    Chill on the beach while eating a coconut

    I wish I could donate them sometime
    I hope I get to do it this time
    A crown which is to be shared
    A little sunshine when someone is unprepared

    ©heartstrings_pal_ryu

  • untold_diaries_story 15w

    उफ़.....
    ये बरसात में भीगी जुल्फें तुम्हारी
    कहीं जान ना ले-ले हमारी
    ©untold_diaries_story

  • vikashpandey_ 16w

    मम्मी कहती है , पक्का यें काम करेगा!
    बताओ ना जल्दी , कब यें बाल बढे़गा!!
    आईना में जब रूप उतारूँ , देखकर मुझकों चाद कहेगा!
    केश हिलाकर झुमका चुमे , धीरे-धीरे बयार बहेगा!!
    धूप की किरणें पडे़गी जब मुझपर, देख के दूरी हाथ मलेगा!
    होगी स्वयंबर एक दिन मेरी , सहजादों की कतार लगेगा!!
    आंखों में काजल होठों पर लाली, पैरों में पायल झनकार बजेगा!
    आसमानी सितारे बनाएंगे महफ़िल, चांदनी गले का हार लगेगा!!
    छोटी गुड़िया की प्यारी बातें, मम्मी मेरी ये ख्वाब रहेगा!
    कोई तो हल बताओ न मम्मा, कब ये मेरा बाल बढे़गा!!

    #mom #daughter #love #hair #thoughts #hindi
    #writers #hindiwriters #mirakee

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    मम्मी कहतीं है

    मम्मी कहती है , पक्का यें काम करेगा!
    बताओ ना जल्दी , कब यें बाल बढे़गा!!
    ©vikashpandey_

  • blossomwrites 17w

    When the drapes of my heart opened
    She barged into it like sunlight entering an empty room
    My face lits up like Christmas lights every time I cross path with her
    When I gaze into her eyes I see my reflection clear as ocean
    As she caresses her gorgeous hair with gentle hands it gushes cool breeze onto my face

  • anjalijaman_ 17w

    I hate it, when my hair falls onto my face while I'm trying to sleep.
    ©anjalijaman_

  • midewrites 22w

    #hair# natural hair#tolaproaim

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    My Strands:

    For years I abused and tortured it, I was addicted to the creamy drug
    My hair is now sober and there's no turning
    back
    You see I like the way my stands twist, turn
    and curl up tight,so fluff
    Against society's demand that they lay flat without help,
    My hair is just like me, Beautiful, resilient and full of pride!
    ©midewrites

  • ananotherindiangirl 25w

    চুল নাকি নারীদের সৌন্দর্য্যের প্রতীক ,
    নাহ্ কথাটা অতটাও সত্যি নয় !!
    সমাজ এই নিয়ম তৈরী করেছে ,
    আর নারীরা তা নিঃশব্দে মেনে এসেছে এযাবত ।
    কিন্তু এখন তো তাদের নিয়ম ভাঙার সময় ,
    সময় নতুন নিয়ম তৈরী করার !!
    সৌন্দর্য বাহ্যিকতা মানে না , মানে না রূপচর্চার প্রয়োজনীয়তা ,
    চুল, চোখ , ঠোঁট বা নাকের নিপুণতা
    কালের নিয়মে হারিয়ে যায় কিন্তু হারায় না
    অভ্যন্তরীন সৌন্দর্য , মনের গভীরতা !!
    চিন্তাধারা বদলাচ্ছে , নারীদের পাশে এসে দাঁড়িয়েছে
    পুরুষেরা , পুরুষতান্ত্রিক সমাজের বিরুদ্ধে
    কঠোর হয়েছে এ যুগের মানুষরা !!
    মানুষ, কারণ পুরুষত্বের থেকে তারা মনুষ্যত্বকে
    সম্মান দিয়েছে , আর ভেঙে ফেলছে মেকি
    পুরুষত্বের ফাঁপা মেরুদন্ড ।
    তাদের কুর্নিশ ।।

    ©ananotherindiangirl

  • gutzwvw 28w

    Hair

    I'm losing my hair.
    Without a care.
    When I am bare.
    Beware.
    I am the lone wolf.
    Away from the pack.
    Back to carry us home.
    ©gutzwvw

  • syedaafsha 29w

    Hair

    Hair is the second fastest growing tissue in the body after bone marrow.
    ©syedaafsha

  • jan_balan 29w

    Mark

    She tilted her head from the cabin. I just felt that the angels had dropped their sibling in the floor after seeing those eyes. What else is necessary now, her smile?? Or her number???

    The hair covering her forehead disturbed her eyes. She parted those lengthy black branches behind with a clutch. There I found a tint. A tint which is new to her face. The shade or a mix which I failed to notice these many days. Once those lengthy black braches are clutched together, I found little red balls in her neck.

    The marks, shades different from her skin or the tint marked the violence caused in her home. Her blackness under her eyes, the red river running near those black balls made me to think she is under a huge pressure.

    After noticing those shades, should I still think to get her number or just make her smile with my jokes???

    Her secret admirer.
    ©jan_balan

  • tumaku 31w

    be it your
    messy curls
    or straightened ones
    or tied up knots
    be it
    any hairdo

    you are beautiful to me

  • bakkeery 32w

    Baate

    Kuch baate samajhnae kae liyeah, umrah nhi Lagti woh baas samajhni padhti hai, waqt dena padhta hai.... Aur jab samajh jata hai na, tab kaffi waqt guzar Chuka hota hai, lekin woh samajh tumhe aauro sae alag banati hai...

  • bakkeery 32w

    Waqt kaam hai

    Waqt kaam hai......
    Yeh ussae bhi malum hai aur mujhe bhi....Par phir bhi na woh Milna chahate hai na main....kuch baate bina batae boli jaati hai.......Milkar toh ishq hojata hai, lekin na mila ishq ki kahani hi alag hai jisski koe zubani nai hoti. Ishq main zaroori hai samajhna,
    zaroori hai samjhaana,
    zaroori hai WAQT nikal na,
    Zaroori hai, Aur Baas wahi ki toh kaami hai......waqt kaaam hai..

    -bakkeery-

  • platinumscarlet 34w

    Hair

    When with joy I allowed
    My black mane to be cut off,

    The lightness of my head and my heart lasted but a second.

    Upon the hands of the barber
    Lay my limp mane;

    I, guiltless, looked upon it
    And felt as though
    I had stepped on Tradition.

    My short hair, shaved sides,
    I may have looked like a boy,

    But I felt free of the weight,
    And stepped away from Tradition.

    What is this Tradition, you ask?

    Long hair.

    Tis the norm for the Indian woman
    Enforced by our dear elders.

    Many an elderly and conservative scorn for the Indian woman with short hair,

    For the very act
    Feels like pushing against the current.

    Does short hair make me any less a woman
    Than the woman with long hair?

    What makes a woman
    A woman?

    -platinum
    ©platinumscarlet