Her Hair This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Her hairHer hairwas likean oceanwith curlsand curls andwaves.There were red streaks, in her long brown hair;her eyes were emeralds, herskin a golden bronze.She is my best friend.I would do anything to have her hair -the way it fellAgainst her shoulder,Like a golden maple frame around a beautiful picture."What's chemo?" I askedas Mom pulled me aside.I hope she doesn't die.I hope she can still have her hair.But; she can't, and it fell outShe had Hodgkins diseaseAnd she lost her hair.Seeing her in the hospitalwith clearly painful tubes tied to her chestwith massive grey machines attached to her -without her hair.It was hard to look.To see her hurting so badly,made me hurt too,So I cut my hair.by Ashley Nestor, New City, NY


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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