Wednesday Wine & Write

I hate my hair.

Those damned kinky, clustered, bouncy curls

That sprout out of my scalp 

And spring spirals. 

I can't stand those voluptuous waves that cascade,

God-given and uniquely ours.

Thick as princesses luxurious tresses
Oh, how I hate them.

With texture and shine 

That speaks Of my style,

And body that most girls would pay for.

It's those baby nap edges,
Tangled tendrils' caresses

Delirious locks that shoot skyward

That identify me

As a glorified queen,

That scream my uniqueness,
And paints the portrait of imperfect

Perfection.

From my roots to my smile,

I embody my power
And my curls are the reason I am me. 

Glenfiddich 12 (I cheated tonight ;)