Her Hair

I keep seeing pretty girls

that I should be calling womyn.

They have all kinds of hair

pouring from their heads

and I keep thinking that

I love them more for their hair.

You can’t really love a womyn

without loving hair,

it covers half of your favourite parts

and leaves strands like trails

in all the places she goes the most.

Almost as a reminder

that she’ll come back soon,

soon she’ll come back.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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