By Arielle Zepeda
Perception of beauty is outta touch
My mom says I’ve cut too much
It keeps on growing longer
But I don’t feel any stronger
Shit, I used to be unique
I loved smelling the goop of suavecito
Pero, this doesn’t feel like me though
Yeah, it’s cool for now or whatever
I can’t wait until it gets better
These people are breathing down my neck “Mija you look bonita”
Which makes it harder for me to let go
Sometimes I’ve gotta do shit for me
I remember what that was like to feel free!
Little locks of brown and black.
I hope that shit never grows back.
Reflection gave me the perception to be me.
Ironically no hair gave me the strength to grow.
Sometimes you’ve gotta learn how to let go.
Comfort is ideal and it’s sweet
Being who you are feels like you’re dancing naked down the street.