My hair is free
She is an open statement
Reeling on and on
Punctuated by none
But wildflowers.
My hair is free
She is a laughing child
Uncared for
And uncaring.
My hair is free
She walts with the wind
She tangoes with the sun
She fights with rioty flowers by her side
She is eternally explosive.
My hair is free
She is light
Light is she
Together, mingling
My hair is free
No established fonts
Type her story
She is an evolving parchment
Of golden calligraphy.
My hair is free
She is a dragon
A soul of its own breathing fire
Setting off a chain explosion of
The proudest neon
Wherever she goes.
My hair is free
She is a river of ink
That boldly,
Fearlessly,
Aggressively
Stains all sheet-thin delicacies
That came to stand by her side
Seeping into them a bottomless depth.
My hair is free
She bites into the wind
She breaks into the sun
She barges into the rain
She is the ultimate invader.
My hair is free
She likes to dance
To the gurgling melodies
In the IV pipe
To the clatter of steel
And to the babies' first songs
Jingling out from the next ward.
My hair is free
She continues
Uninterrupted
She occupies an interval
Of non-interference
Zero-tolerance
For interferers.
- Naychi
29th July, 2018
Yangon
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