Come here baby
Have you noticed?
See what I did today for the name of love
For the name of OUR love
I cut all my hair
I want you to smell me
I want you to smell my natural beauty
My hair I cut short
I took out my weave
Exposed for all to see my vulnerability
You can feel my scalp
Smell my pores drenched in scented tea tree
Run your fingers through my hair
Soft like an angel’s wings
I’ll pull them back today in afro puffs
Thanks for the roses baby
With them I’ll decorate my hair like the garden you constantly water below
©2006 by Cathy Delaleu
I was inspired to write this poem because I am thinking about cutting my hair. The last time I was spotted with a short hairstyle was over ten years ago and now I've caught the itch to do it again. I will keep you all posted. I am nervous about it. I've been so used to braids and weaves, but I am now at a time in my life where I feel comfortable under my skin and don't really care about what others might think about my short-do. I guess it comes with age, you reach a point in your life when you say to yourself "self, I am going to treat you right, I am going to make you feel and look better."
6/10/06 (Sat.) So here's the latest scoop, I woke up early this morning to call some hair salons for my hair but the five salons I contacted were all booked. Here I was on fire to get my hair cut and now I must wait. One place in particular which I researched online was Curves Hair Salon and they specialize in short or long natural hair and I have to wait a month to see a stylist AND I have to pay $75 in advance (debit or credit card) to hold my spot and if I cancel the appointment I lose the money. Can you believe it? I've never heard of a beauty salon asking money in advance for an appointment. Of course I was disappointed. Oh well! I ended up getting my braids done again and I will gladly share pictures soon. It looks nice, i'm happy with it but in the back of my mind i'm still thinking I want short, short, short. I'm sure many women out there can relate, when you're tired of the same old style and when you feel so ready to make a change.
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