Applying the chemicals was all fine and dandy.
The first time anyway.
The second time the pain was incredible.
The bleach was a raging fireball on my head.

I was waiting for the excruciating sizzles too stop, of course they didn’t.
I bolted too my bathroom too wash out the bleach.
Sitting with a towel on my head for hours on end was torture.
My mom started too recommend that I brush it out.

My hair wouldn’t stop coming out, clump after clump.
It looked and felt like the coarse hair that belongs on a horse's tail!

I came too the conclusion that the best option was too just stop brushing my hair.
Before I could again, my hair had too be completely dry.

For the next three weeks, I had bright salmon pink hair…
It had lots of flare, but I still said prayers.
In hope that my coarse hair, could come out of a ponytail.

Two years later and the hair on my head is still dead.
My hair made me look like a pink piece of bread…

I will never touch a bottle of bleach again.