Suffering through the teasing
of the scissor language,
hair falling in a solemn nod,
grieving of a loss.
Short bristles tickling my neck,
sweeping the ones not understood,
tossed into the end,
the target a grave, trash can.
Ownership was once mine,
cotton throat, clenched teeth.

Grade 6
Calvin Christian

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