It’s time to go out
An oddness becomes me
I fashion my hair
A mohawk of sorts
A ponytail sits
Beneath two buns
Round groupings of hair
If you didn’t know
Bangs swept to the side
Like message requests
Short pieces of hair
If you didn’t know
I look alien
Hairstyle abstract
Behold
No cares
For I fashion my hair
In my own character
And my spirit smiles
The clean ends of fresh cuts
Strands that laugh with life
Creativity
Call it running free
I get dressed
For me
I go out
For me
I dance
For me

And catching the eyes of strange passerby’s…
A phase of the haziest days.