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I Shave My Hair
for I am not you, as you are not I
I
shave my hair for I am no better than you, as you are no better than I
I shave my hair for those thousand moments where
I am
judged as a woman
judged as long flowing tresses breasts and ass
condemned as silent not following the groove
freak
condemned as a label that a stranger slaps upon my being
tortured as a woman
tortured as a human
I rid myself
of the physical notability in hopes
that you may view the inner beauty and pain and breath
I rid myself in the hopes
that you may rid yourself of the assumptioms
I rid myself so you may feel my humanness
I expose myself dreaming that
you may do the same
I expose myself and pray.
(I first read this wonderful poem on the sign up page for "Her Baldness" an LJ community)
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