Split Ends

Blonde 

the curl pattern of an

electrocuted sheep,

Mufasa rolling over in his grave. 

Platinum 

Christina Aguilera wannabe 

hair’s never-gonna-be 

straight, but we still try. 

Brown 

the feeling of betrayal and 

guilty pleasure 

the comb immensing envious smoke fumes. 

Highlights 

see me, know that I am confused 

and scared of swimming pools -

exposing me for who I really am. 

My hair is the enemy, 

who wants to be my friend.

About the Author

Lashanna Bryant is an upcoming junior English and Media & Communications major. She writes for Because Arcadia, is an OL, works at the Office of Career Education and loves to write poetry and fiction.