Hair Wars
I have always had a love
hate relationship with
my hair
A continual battle
that began somewhere
in my 12th year of life
Most days the hair
wins … even more now
years later than I am
willing to admit
I had straight long
black hair that behaved
until the magic of
“womanhood” began
At that point my once
straight locks became
unruly, curly, frizzy,
and maddening
Of course, this all
happened when the
rule was long straight
parted down the
center to create a
curtain of hair falling
on each side of the face
silky and lively enough
for the mandatory
hair flip at just the
right time … that hair
flip could mean so
many different things
indifference …
disgust …
interest in that special boy …
the list is endless
But …
Wild…
Unruly…
Curly…
Frizzy…
Bush-woman hair
was impossible
to flip … it just
DID NOT WORK
All sorts of
potions…
irons…
ironing…
soda can rollers…
nothing could
tame that wild mess
Adolescence …
that period of time
we hated…
loved
endured…
fought…
Not even crazy
hair could keep
that struggle in line
The battle still
wages …
acceptance of the
unruliness
and…
acceptance of
the grey that
refuses to be
covered
But…
Purple hair I
have found is FUN
regardless of how
it chooses to
BEHAVE!
This is my Day 1 Post for the Writers Digest PAD for April Challenge. The prompt was ‘resistance’.
Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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