HAIR
All my life, I've hated my hair.
I'd sit at the mirror and just stare.
My Grandma would fluff it, and I would cry.
I'd say to my Mom, "Why, oh, why?"
She has straight hair, Dad has curly.
Why did I end up with "Curly-Burly"?
I pulled it, would scream and shout,
Flip it off, and then I'd pout.
I'd shave it all off if I could know,
That it wouldn't grow back like a big afro.
So here I sit, wound up tight,
I gave it my best, my biggest fight.
I'll give it up for one more day,
Tomorrow, maybe, I'll keep it at bay.