My Hair Down There
MY HAIR DOWN THERE
When I was eleven, I got my first pubic hair. This was more than a hair. It was a symbol of my clock beginning to tick, my womb growing and expanding in expectation of my biological destiny. This hair was… my child.
Here is an excerpt from my journal at that time:
June 21, 2001
My Viking, a braid
tumbling from within
warrior princess
explosion, Pompeii
dark ash covers everything
pregnant with lava
puberty, politics,
the bloody offensive
tides changing, no warning
*The verse is imperfect, but the sentiments are real.
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