My treasure by: Catelynn Kunkel

From my parents is where I got this dark, heavy, burden.
Both of them had the same thing before I came along
It is black, no shape really, soft, smelling of Raspberries
Sometimes it seems to weigh five pounds but I know its doesn’t
No matter how you turn it, it always looks the same
From a distance it may look like the veil of a widow
We are both of a darker nature and we smell divine
We go together, everywhere
It is like my parents because it shields my face
Yet at the same time they are both annoying
Sometimes I would just like to put them up, out of the way forever
I like it because it is mine and no one else’s
No matter how much they want it
And no matter how much I want to get rid of it I never will because I love it
My hair