Lamentations of my Hair Straightener

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"You should come to school with your hair straightened!"

Why?

 

Sorry, Conair, nothing personal.

Big, brown, and bushy when brushed, my curly hair is my thing.

Although it tangles in buttons and entangles scintilla on the daily,

I don't want to tame it.

I don't want to hide it.

Why should I?

Flowing tresses of curls, defining the word volume.

Lion mane, showing fierceness, confidence, and the right amount of sass.

Embodying my quiddity.

I want to let it be wild and free.

Like who I am.

And who I want to be.

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