Rhymes with Militia...

As I get older, I realize that I correct people less and less on the pronunciation of Alysia. Now you'll never get it wrong again.

5.5.02

And today I write like no one reads this....


But yesterday I just got tired of my hair...


I used to give my hair
the treatment I wanted to give him.
I’d change its colour
Its shape
In an attempt to change me.

I do not need
the change of hue and style.

This time my hair is staying
Its wild wild wild same
Because I realize
It’s not me who need the change
Of shape
And colour.

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