I swear
That long hair is a symbol of a long journey
But heavy is the crown that is worn
When all I want is to feel light
Perhaps it's better to
Shorten my locs
To cut every strand from the fertile scalp
That nourishes them
So that the weight of my journey
Does not hinder my footsteps
Intended to keep up the pace
Of a vivacious yet a hauntingly unknown path.
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