My affair with my hair!!
Starting the day facing you,
reflection in the mirror says boo.
Another morning wondering what should I do!
Why can't I be blessed with long shiny strands,
and have them the color of beautiful beach sand
and these gray coarse ones - they are not grand!
So I wash and style you the best that I can
using my brush and dryer together in hand
Ok, fast grab the spray and pray they stay!
Soon I know the beauty shop I must go
where they will cut, thin, color and style
each and ever one of them, lets hope I will smile.
I wonder sometimes is it just me, or do all females
start the day with the fear of what may appear
as they must tame those millions of hairs of theirs!!
©2008 P. A. Ingersoll
Published at
www.poetrypoem.com/princesspattie
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