My Hectic Hair History

There’s a nadir of personal despair - In feminine terms it’s - No hair, no flair! My hairy genes caused me lifelong distress, I longed for a look I didn’t possess. I daydreamed of golden locks as a girl, Blessed with neither a wave nor with a curl. Straighter than hay mine hang in disarray, Cradle to coffin - lifelong bad hair day. And so pertaining my hapless hirsute I was braided, I ironed in my pursuit. Slept with hard rollers, a perm I did try, And lots of hairspray, that’s how I went by. In vanity’s name I bent backwards in vain Since straight and straighter my old locks remain. No quiescent coiffure is meant for me - Distressing tresses are my destiny.