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The Ramblings of a Girl with Curly Hair

July 17, 2015
By KawaiiCooper DIAMOND, Winter Garden, Florida
KawaiiCooper DIAMOND, Winter Garden, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"I'm well acquainted with villains that live in my head."


Hey,

Hey you.

Yeah, you.

You with the

Shiny

Straight hair.

You think my

Hair is pretty?

Do you want to swap?

 

Because I hate my hair.

 

You want to get a perm?

 

Think twice, honey.

 

I used to have

Straight hair,

But around

Nine years-old,

My body said

“Nope,”

And my hair

Curled up

Within a year.

 

Now,

I have the

Thick coils

You see

On little blond

Girls

In old

Western shows.

Every time

I leave the house,

I get a compliment.

It might be

On the little

Moustaches

I attached

To the laces

Of my converse,

Or someone

May ask

If the ribs

On my necklace

Are real,

(And the answer,

By the way,

Is yes,)

But people

Also ask

If my hair

Is natural.

 

“Yeah, it is.”

 

What I don’t say,

Though,

Is how long

It took me

To tame

My humidity-induced

‘Fro.

 

But,

Perhaps,

If anyone wants

To know

What it’s like

Having a curly mane,

Just ask me.

 

I can’t dye my hair,

Because it won’t ever

Become soft again

(Learned that the

Hard way).

 

I used to use shampoo,

But nothing worked.

My hair kept

Getting brittle.

So I stopped using

Shampoo.

 

Now I use

Baking soda

And

Apple cider

Vinegar.

I can’t use silicones,

Which sounds easy enough.

 

But try to find

Leave in conditioner

(Spray and cream)

That doesn’t have them.

Seriously,

I dare you.


Go on,

Go to Target.

 

I’ll time you.

 

Oh, and what

If it starts

To rain?

Well,

Let’s just say

That your fluff

Could act

As a storage unit

For the groceries

You just bought.

Yeah,

It gets that big.

 

There is

One salvation,

Though.

One escape

From that stubborn

‘Fro of yours.

The holy ponytail.

I’m atheist,

But seriously.

Who knew

Elastic

Could cause

Such

Miracles?

I’ve given up

Long ago.

I waved

The white flag

Towards

My dark mane

And stuffed it

Into a curly

Poof.

It’s great,

Unless I need

To wear my glasses.

Then I look

Like a geek.

And I want

To look

Like a nerd.

I don’t believe in

God,

But if I did,

I’d walk

Into his shop

And ask for my money

Back,

Because no,

I am not

Satisfied.



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