Let It Grow

I’m growing out my hair and I twirl it and play,

I imagine it’s as long as three feet.

Then I look at a photo, and it’s still so short,

The process is slow but sweet.

For years and years my pixie was the thing,

And now I have strands galore.

They don’t cover my neck, don’t touch the shirt,

But I feel like Rapunzel or more.

What will I change next, hair color, my curls?

Buy a device that will kink?

It probably doesn’t matter to them, but for me,

It’s fun to not care what they think.