What Have I Done? MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   My chances for state trials dwindle

as the swim season comes to an end,

and with one meet to go,

I grab my scissors and razor and begin,

standing in the bathroom -

thinking what a female thing this is to do,

but knowing it will help:

brown hair begins to fall to the ground

like leaves on a warm autumn day.



A knock.

My mother calls

through the locked door,

asking me if I need help.

She always wanted to help a little girl shave her legs -

this is as close as she's going to get.

I stand at the mirror

in devastation.



What have I done?





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