Freedom, I used to think, was long hair billowing behind me in the wind split ends and bed head and braids down my back.
I used to mourn when the girls I knew with long beautiful hair— red, mostly, like tendrils of fire— cut it all off. Who would shed their phoenix feathers?
Now the hair which I took such care to grow out, always growing out, weighs upon my neck strangles me when I lay it on my pillow, little coils of rope, still wet.
I think I know those girls-turned-women for I, too, thirst for an unfamiliar freedom— one where the wind strokes my shoulders instead of toying with dead cells— a new kind of confidence, power, beauty.
Clemmons Family Farm & Young Writers Project present "To Sing of Common Things: The Voices of Young People in 2018" Next event in the series: Sept. 8, 3-4:30 pm Featured artists: Rivan Calderin & Asha Ganguly-Hickok
Location: Clemmons Family Farm, 2122 Greenbush Road, Charlotte, VT