i have for gracefully moving my
hands over my head after
a clean cut given to me by my barber.
It feels as if soft prickly
thornes are rubbing up against the tips
of my fingers.
Ahhh... The cool breeze is thrusting itself
onto my scalp after i walk
out the door feeling fresh as can be. Im
twitching from the excitement,
the dry feel, that is set in play. I know,
as i am strutting through the
halls at school with my new look, I am a victor
Mmmm... Just right.
--Caleb C., 14
