Teeth

Transparency and hair made me want to cry
My teeth will fall out if my legs are not long enough
Can hair change my identity?
I worry that it can.

I worry that they think it can.

Sudden addiction,
 - an unresolved conflict
Standards lower into the shade in desperate fear of indiscernable loss

A test
Will I chain a free spirit
For the pleasure of others?
To cut the rope short risks loose teeth

The fear is of weakness.
To be shorn is to be powerless.
A woman's hair is her glory

There is strength in weakness
Yet I am anxious to cut it

Wait on the line between pride and shame
REach for the lock,
Crush it with strong teeth.