To the Lion-Haired Girls

I want to tell you to keep your curls but the allure of it will find you one day. You will spend hours just to run your fingers down the length of it, and when you gaze in the mirror you will see you, but a different you, sexy, womanly, tempting. You will put on red lipstick, and the lowest cut blouse you have, push up your breasts as the strands waterfall down. You'll pucker your lips, just a little more, sway your hips, just a little more and the men will say, you're so beautiful, I prefer you this way. I want to tell you to keep your curls. They are wild, lion-formed, complicated, full of truth.