dethroned

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I harshly cut my hair off
with large orange scissors
on a scorching hot Sunday afternoon -
Hotter than hell fire.

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I carry on cutting my hair
while more of my dreadlocks fall to the ground.
I begin to feel a light breeze.

Regret quickly runs in
and then I realise that
I impulsively cut my hair.

My hair,
My dreadlocks,
My crown.

I stood in front of the mirror
and felt like Samson when Delilah cut his hair -
powerless.
Except that I did this to myself.

And I ended up losing a part of myself.

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