Curly ChaosA Poem by Beatles9322This is about my love/hate relationship with my mane of curly hair. :)
Every morning I wake up frightened,
Fearing what my thick head of hair looks like. Will it behave today? Will it do its own thing and be a little s**t? YAY! It's behaving today! I pile on product after product, Trying to tame the wild beast, I am winning the battle today, The beast gives way to the creams and mousses. I walk into school feeling confident, That my curls, twists, kinks, ringlets, and coils Are perfectly shapen and attractive. The compliments I receive make my day. It feels good to have the victory acknowledged. It is relieving to see your reflection in the mirror. It's later on that day and the curls are perfect. But what will they look like tomorrow? © 2010 Beatles9322Reviews
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2 Reviews Added on March 30, 2010 Last Updated on June 14, 2010 AuthorBeatles9322NYAboutI love God, music, make-up, nail polish, traveling, singing, reading, writing, poetry, traveling, going to antique stores and wishing I could afford the stuff, thrift stores, farmers markets, movies, .. more..Writing
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