My hair rises, my hair falls,
My roots thicken, a perm calls;
Natural hair color as sandy and brown
Now I'm ready to hit the town!,
And my hair rises, my hair falls.
"I'm ready for you," my stylist calls,
After my wash, the water's all over the walls;
Hair's now dry, straight and silky, all mine,
No one can ever take my shine,
And my hair rises, my hair falls
"You're all done," from a distance someone calls
Shining with bounce, my hair quickly falls;
What a difference, with each curl
All which makes me a beautiful girl,
And my hair rises, my hair falls.
My Hair
Published by Family Friend Poems March 2011 with permission of the Author.
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