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My Hair
Valentina Berdegué
By Paloma Hernández
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I chew my hair when I’m nervous, sad or scared.
I bite it when I’m frightened.
And when my parents get mad at me for not eating my food I yank it.
When nauseous or in pain, I wipe my tears with it.
When I’m happy, and feel like the world’s at my feet, it’s yellow and tied up
in tails,
Then when depressed or just sad for no reason at all, it’s long and it’s dark,
it’s gloomy and blue.
I always make sure my hair fits my mood.
I bite it and flaunt it
and tie it in ribbons and clips,
I yank it, I dye it and cut it when bored.
And when I’m angry,
So angry I’m screaming
And thrashing in my bed
And pulling on my cord
I grab my hair
With both my hands
And throw it at the nurses
And when I’m sedated, angry and sick
I wear no hair at all.
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