My Silky Moods (Yara, Divergent)

Oh darling,

But do you know what is it like to date a girl that changes her personality according to her hair style?

Time to face the world. Curly, I make it big, big with enough curls to carry all the world's problems, enough curls for being a wild creature, enough curls for the brave heart, enough curls for revolutions, enough curls for the society refusal, enough curls for feminism, enough curls for hanging men who wants control, enough curls for matching any tone of red lipstick, enough curls for doodles, enough curls for collecting all my shattered pieces, enough curls for passing wars, enough curls for departure talks, curls that don't fear ends and curls that know how to survive, anything.

Here's a hair wash for a compact with the world. Straight hair that shows its length. Long enough to listen, long enough to help, long enough to draw happy girls, long enough to make tidal waves of kindness, long enough to grow flowers, long enough to respond with red cheeks, long enough to seek safety, long enough for acceptance.

The weather got it and sometimes it likes to mess up with me. And like a little child you can never persuade him it's not the right time to play.

Another hair wash for the hair dresser. Now it's a game of ignorance. Ignorance enough to turn its wings away whenever someone is talking, ignorance enough to never let anyone any closer, ignorance enough for scratching my paints, ignorance enough to neglect my scars, ignorance for walking on earthquakes and volcanoes and ignorance enough for life ignorance.

Last wash for that state I'm rarely on. Hijab for the sake of peace, peace for all my prayers, peace for all your prayers and peace upon us.