This mess I call hair
Wish it was a lil bit fair,
Not asking for curly waves
Nor wanna look good when shaved.
Tame it with oil
It still looks spoiled,
Clean and condition it
Cut it and lock up in a crate.
Quit trimming, keep growing
Preserve it, it's still showing!
Fuss over split ends
Experiment how it bends.
Straighten or curl
Wear flowers or pearls;
Hairfalls and stray hair
How to make them disappear?
Style it and wear it down
But the cracks will make you frown,
Long twin braids and ponytails
Get hairloss and it's a fairytale!
Crown your head with a bun
While youth's there, have the fun,
First grays and panic attacks
Bleach it and there's no coming back!
Traditions among the orange glow of henna
Dye in colour varieties, if you wanna
But don't forget to take the care,
Think of old days and imagine you're there!
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So this is my first time sharing a poem with so many people. Hope you like it! I just wrote this at the end of last month so it's completely new! I just came back from school and pulled my twin plaits loose, and granted freedom to my hair, while I was rubbing my head, complaining mentally why school forces us to tie our hair like this. It literally gives me a headache after I let my hair loose! Then inspiration struck me, hey, why not write a poem about it! So here it is.
I have a few questions. Is it just me does nobody wants grow their hair long and cut their hair and lock it up in a crate and then get nostalgic after touching it? Yup, definitely just me.
Love your hair and fuss about it at the same time, everyone!
Your lil girl,
MFOshin
