At first I was like, “Is this my life now? Should I really publish a poem about a stray hair?” and then I remembered that I published a poem about a squeaky bra and also that this is my place to play with poesy and post photos and do what I please. So there.
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A stray chin hair after the storm
O, stray hair! An insult
to time, thou art most unwelcome
upon mine chin or stomach or ample bosom
or wherever you decide to pop up next.
You are at your worst when coarse,
dark in shade,
and when my boyfriend is first
to recognize your sneaky, hideous violation.
Be gone, darkling, I beg!
Dissolve into the forest dim,
for I have enough hair, already experience
plenty of awkwardness–
and need not your further assistance.
tales of a charm city chick 
You speak for all women, I’m sure…
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I have a good feeling that you’re right. 😉
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I have one my chin. Thank God for my hand dandy tweezers. 🙂
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It might be on your back tomorrow.
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I just found one sticking straight of my neck. Awesome!
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hahaha, the sneaks!
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This is almost more of sonnet, beautiful either way. My chin hair has left for now but I’m sure shall return and being an inch and a half long and I’ll wonder how I didn’t notice it and wonder how many other people did.
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It’s like it comes out overnight or something!
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It’s the worst when you have bangs.
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I regret every time I try out the bangs thing!
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I hate it when that happens!! lol
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Haha, I know. So embarrassing and other people probably don’t notice…but they might!
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This poem speaks to me
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Glad I could find an audience with this one, jamalamadingdong.
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Oh La La, what’s to be done about those pesky strays? They are always a nuisance!
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Always. Kind of like Katy Perry.
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Hahaha! That’s perfect!
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Omg this is so funny. Why?? Why does this happen?? Why are we the last to see these intruders ?
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To be honest, I looked it up and couldn’t find a good answer. I was annoyed and decided a poem was necessary. Being a woman continues to be an ever eventful journey!
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That’s for sure boo.
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Women get stray hairs. Executives of hair care products are men. Coincidence? Conspiracy! (You didn’t hear it from me)
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And we get rid of hairs so men will still be attracted to us. Aaahhhhhhh!
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Hey, if I can write a poem about bugs, you can certainly write one about stray hair. Actually, you look good with that stray, sistah.
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Thanks! I’ll work that stray hair all around town. 😉
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I don’t so much worry about the hairs on my chin, but that one REALLY long eyebrow hair is a sneaky little s***. Comes in all camouflaged, and I only notice when it’s like two inches long and the humidity has caused it to curl into an odd twisted bit of wire.
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Hahaha I’ve seen guys with that! It always gives me a giggle.
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There should be a support group for women with random stray hairs but maybe it would fill up too fast. Online forum perhaps. Once I hit 40 the hairs began a conspiracy.
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Oh no, that’s bad news. I’m Italian, I wonder if that means they will come sooner and in a battalion!
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I am half Sicilian, be prepared…that is all.
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CRAP.
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Oh that random hair has plagued us all. I hate when it shows up in my chest area… it makes me feel like I’m going to turn into Gaston from Beauty & the Beast at any moment. I hope your hair stays away…
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HAHA Gaston. I’m seeing this now, you fly through the door with an enlarge chest and like 2 hairs poking out!
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Lucky you! Only one? 😉 By the way, each time I see a picture of you, I try and reconcile it with your post on Outlier a while back… such a beautiful, beautiful woman, worrying for even a second about how you look, let alone a hair. The poem, it rocks.
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One for now. I’m Italian, so I’m sure I’ll be adding about three per year as the journey continues! I shall embrace the hair. And thank you so much, by the way. I blushed a bit behind this here computer screen!
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Ah it’s been a while since I’ve had the chance to get on your blog and I’ve missed your madness! I’m afraid I have little sympathy on this one as stray hairs stopped being a problem for me long ago… 😦
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Awww hahahaha. Thanks for stopping by. The madness continues.
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Haha! Yes! Our bodies, Ourselves. Wasn’t that the title of the book from the 70s? Our psychological & emotional experiences, our interactions with others, do not occur in a void, but in our bodies. Not a very hairy one myself–I hate my fine, Swedish hair, but I don’t suffer random hair humiliation–I am at an age where I fight wrinkles! At family reunion, my female cousins were amused to learn that I rarely use deodorant. (Truly, I rarely need it.) But my explanation was “Who has time for deodorant. I am busy putting on face cream!” 😉 What I stay away from is face makeup, that weird beige stuff. Any suggestions on how to tell a cousin who uses too much that it looks awful, and that she needs to wax the peach fuzz hair on her face? Maybe the makeup artist cousin can handle the job.
Who is to say that a stray hair is a trivial topic?!
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We get weird about our hairs, it’s okay. Wrinkles are another fight! Makeup artist should definitely do the job, because she can teach her how much to actually use if she truly needs it to even her skin tone!
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Ha, darkling. You’re so medieval. But I wouldn’t worry about anything if I were you. Everyone knows beards are just a symbol of wisdom. You’ll be the wisest lady in all the lands!
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What about mustache…most of them end up there.
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That works too. You can tell people your Inigo Montoya.
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From a guy’s perspective, the worst stray hairs are the mustache hairs that decide to buck the trend and go straight up, tickling my nose. Those are the worst.
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That’s sounds both awful and very funny. I think on men, the funniest looking ones are ear strays!
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Yeah, that’s pretty bad too. At least it’s easier to see up your own nose and catch those, but ear hairs come out of nowhere and everyone else sees them except you (hmm, now I’m paranoid).
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Men are walking stray hairs. Embrace your inner hair beast and rejoice!
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Hahaha, especially those ear strays!
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Ears are the least of your worries, I think I have a baby Cthulhu coming out of each nostril.
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OMFG. BEST. DESCRIPTION. FUCKING. EVER.
Word, brother.
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Thanks Dude!
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Thanks bro! You inspired this one.
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Ah, huh? Seriously?
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I too, have chin hair. Also, my general pilation seems to be headed south for warmer climes.
My take: so the fuck what? We evolved from apes, why are we surprised? And, boob sweat. Yay!
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Are you a Model?
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Err no, that would be cool though.
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Oy, how come you don’t write poems anymore, or least that I’ve seen in the time I’ve been following you? I like your poetry.
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I guess because it all comes out as romancey stuff now and no one seems to appreciate it…
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I’d appreciate it. Honestly I suck at poetry, but I like to read it, and I’m a die-hard romantic at heart, so the more it tugs at me, the better. Plus I like your humour. Poets are so damn serious sometimes, they kind of bleed the fun out of things… which is okay, I guess, but not all the time please.
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Wow thanks. Yes sir, I’ll write one. Honestly, I can’t deny a poetry request–whether it’s humor or something involving heartstrings. 🙂
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Excellent. I look forward to it, La La.
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