Some days like this,

When the wind has tangled my hair,

I have the chance

(And take it),

To brush my hair hard

And in frustration 

Just the way my mother did

When I was young.

I can almost start to understand 

Why she always cut my hair.

My mother did not understand my hair.

Hers was so different,

And she always kept her hair so short,

But I always wanted mine to be long.

I always try to understand other people's hair,

Because it's very sad when people

Don't understand each others' hair,

Much less each others' hearts.

-jenn