The Weave

In a developing nation a prostitute screamed her final scream.

No one cared about it except to then sell the body parts it would seem.

They did that to ALL the village girls when dead after being for sale.

They broke them down and sold every piece from teeth, to hair and nail.

They did as little as possible unlike other deaths there usually require.

Then they threw the last remains in the area’s burning trash fire.

Her hair was sold across the world if that’s something you can believe!

A dead whore’s hair shaved off it’s head was sold to make a weave.

Rather than still have short hair there was a woman who’d rather be dead.

So desperate she’d have it glued and even stapled to her head.

She cried at night at their cruel jokes and thought maybe she could deceive.

By moving away to a new town and also getting her first hair weave.

She knew little about getting her first weave something she usually wouldn’t dare.

ALL she new is she wanted the best and THAT meant getting human hair.

She never even thought about the hair otherwise which some would say is dumb.

She never gave a second thought to who or where it may have come from.

The hair and service would be expensive but with her money almost gone.

She excitedly grabbed her last money and purse and went to the salon.

She tried to act as if it wasn’t expensive for her although the price was steep.

The procedure was also so tiring that during it she fell asleep.

When she awoke they were waiting for her as if it was a beauty nap.

She nervously started to grab the mirror which was waiting there in her lap.

She was unsure if she’d be happy with what the results may be.

She slowly lifted the mirror with a shaking hand to finally see.

She saw long flowing curly hair the kind any girl would want.

The hair looked just like the pretty girls’ hair who used to tease and taunt.

She gasped at just how good she looked the weave looked very real.

Cried a little overwhelmed not expecting how good she would feel.

She gave them the final payment as she grabbed her purse to go.

The horrors that would happen next something she couldn’t beforehand know.

She immediately did something out of character for her.

She contacted the bullies who’d been teasing her to just see how they were.

One had been so vicious no matter how nice she was and tried.

The one who made the cruelest jokes that were why she always cried.

The vicious bitch had followed her and was laughing on the street.

She threatened to tell the hair wasn’t real to everyone she’d meet.

“Why had that thing followed her there?” she thought “What brazen stunt”.

She saw a distracted driver coming and she pushed the bully in front.

The vehicle was going at full speed and it didn’t even brake.

The bully was was ran over like a dog and that was just the first life she’d take.

She still says she can’t remember anything else she did or said that night.

However, what they say she did still fills everyone around with fright.

All the bullies who used to be so cruel making her cry all night for fun.

Had been found hacked to pieces and they claimed it was something SHE had done.

She had lost her mind and while she was being placed under arrest.

All she cared about was her hair and if it would still be curled and pressed.

Condemned to death in the electric chair to be fried like toast.

They removed the weave shaving her head and she was no longer a spirit’s host.

She screamed and cried not understanding what was happening or why.

It was too late because the weave was cursed and the reason that she would die.

Had she taken the time to research the hair and just care a little more.

She undoubtedly would have bought virgin hair and not from a dead whore.