as a child, I'd never wash my hair;
I would go weeks.


I'd pull it up in a ponytail
to hide the knots.


I knew how dirty it was,
but nothing could be felt,
for I was masking the pain
by forsaking cleanliness.






02/23/2007
Author's Note: "cleanliness is close to godliness"
-- I wanted to be as far from god as possible.

Posted on 02/26/2007
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Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/26/07 at 03:53 AM
interesting revelation. i hated washing my hair because it always stood straight out when it dried.
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/01/07 at 07:45 PM
I think you turned out okay.