Arrow Rock Literary Journal

I look like my mom

I think as i look in the mirror

My hair, untouched by hand

Or heat, sits wavy on my shoulders

Maybe i’ve always been more lion

Than girl, with my mane of hair

Rust like it grows on

The fence on our yard

The stains that come from hose water

Maybe that’s it

Maybe i’m iron inside

And rust outside

It’s funny, how dye

Feels more like my natural color

Because it looks like hers

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Adeline Myers is a junior at Lindenwood University majoring in Fashion Design and Technology. She has a deep love for creative writing and classic literature, as well as highlighting the world around her to tell a story. Adeline takes inspiration from her family and her family farm.