Indian Hair

It was my hair that caught your eyes
And eventually led to my demise
It's no wonder I wanted it cut off
Knowing at one time it got you off

I'll find a man who won't need my hair
To keep his attention clear and here
He'll want my soul
and body whole

But I sadly loved the type
Always looking for a body ripe
To get to know and date
So that he could end it all with rape

It was the Indians many moons ago
Who held a myth we all should know
As normal as the ocean tide
When someone that you loved did die

you took a blade to your hair and it's shiny length
And cut it off to reveal your strength

After many days pass your hair will grow long once more

But now you will be wiser and stronger than ever before

-Rainey M
Published poem in Intent of the Heart- A Survivor's Story