In a place of unfamiliar country, my hair tousled in invigorating air and exhilaration. I was happy, undoubtedly.
Unfamiliar Country
Wild Mass
I am a wild mass of hair lost in the world.
Helpless
I am helpless with lips grazing my skin, fingers around my ear, and my every hair standing on end.
What They Think
weaker small brain less hair inferiority... men say what they think of women.
