Best Alopecia Poems
You may think that Alopecia is a very simple disorder.
Your hair falls out, you buy a wig, you're good.
Wrong, in every use of the word.
Going bald means struggling to find yourself beautiful.
It means wanting to look at yourself in the mirror instead of avoiding one.
It means being able to run your hand across your head without cringing.
It means going out in public with a smile as a replacement for a wig.
Having Alopecia forces you to choose between being strong or being weak.
No matter what you choose, you are forced to come out strong in the end.
How can you not be?
When the children run away from you and refuse to touch you because you might infect them.
When the ignorant girl with the long blond hair takes pictures of you, making sure you catch the disgust that fills her expression like rotten milk.
When passerby stare and point at you shamelessly.
When the first thing that people will forever notice about you is your lack of hair.
When you have to force yourself to smile; ignore the people that refuse to stop staring at you.
When your eyelashes fall out, and you have to pick yourself up because you're the only one who cares enough to do so.
When your hair falls out and your friend tells you to get over it, expecting sympathy the next day when she comes to you in tears over her bad haircut.
When people remind you that nobody wants a bald girlfriend.
When people tell you you're beautiful even though you're bald, and you wonder why you can't be beautiful and bald at the same time?
When you wear a wig out in public, and people are surprised that you can be pretty.
When the children that you love can't be forced by their parents to smile at you.
Having Alopecia forces you to choose between being strong or being weak.
The countless hurdles you must jump to feel beautiful and loved ensure that you become strong.
Alopecia cannot be classified as simple, no matter the medical process.
The physiological pain that one with Alopecia must endure is trying and often times confusing.
From the children to the elderly, all those who have Alopecia, I congratulate you.
You are all strong and underestimated human beings.
Bald is Beautiful.
*Had to rant somewhere, I'll make it better later*
(We may appear to be different we all belong to GOD, Now Realize That)
A young boy sat down by the roadside
Watching all of the other children playing
He let out a long and lonesome sigh
All of the sudden the wind came by and blew his cap from his head
The child ran as fast as he could trying to hide the shiny spots on his head
Without showing the world all of his dread
For the other children's parents did not understand his condition
Thinking it was quite contagious and forbade their children to play with him
Hence, the saddened young boy ran as fast as he possibly could
It seemed as though he could not bear it any more
Because of the stares from those who hadn't understood
Finally a little girl wearing all white held out her hand
She didn't show fright for she too was in need of a friend
She promised his honor she would defend --
He asked her name she replied "Alopecia Know Moore"
She then claimed that she'd come down to even the score.
The little boy exclaimed "Oh how will you ever do that!"
She replied, "by re-educating those ignorant people and their brats!"
So, she began to sing a song loud and strong
This led them to believe that their thinking was wrong.
"You couldn't catch it like ring n' de worm
Or all de fungal diseases that make one squirm"
Soon all sat back and relaxed while she put their minds at ease
She had caught their attention for sure, and then she began again,
“The condition is one that attacks the immune system
Through the hair follicles... this young boy you should not tease
For his beauty shines brighter than any of you here --
So what, if he has only loss a little bit of hair;
His handsomeness shines like a beacon from within
You can't catch it if you rubbed his skin
You'd might learn to love him, if you'd just make him your friend."
The children look round at their parents with inquiring eyes
Wondering why they had told them such lies
The parents became ashamed allowing the children to become friends
They all found that day that beauty lies deeper than ones skin
Through the re-education they now know
More about Alopecia and made some new friends...
alice sits in a field of sunflowers
i catch her in a deep state of admiration
i never see her smile so i just shake my head and smile
here....alice does not know the meaning of alopecia areata
in this field, the sunflowers hug alice back
in this field, she feels like the most beautiful six year old girl in the world
it brings me to tears almost to see her so at peace with life and herself
not wanting to disturb her reverie, i turn around quietly to leave
not even five seconds later, i feel a tug on my shirt
alice is looking up at me with her beautiful brown puppy dog eyes
she knows that i know
i know that she knows
i simply say 'orange cream slushie'
she shakes her head rapidly and gives me a big, bright snaggletooth smile
i make alice queen for the rest of the day
she gives me the best hug i will ever have in my life
unbeknownst to her, alice will always be Queen for the rest of MY days....
Toupee, or not toupee,
that is the question:
whether 'tis nobler on the head
to suffer the slings and arrows
of outrageous alopecia
or to take wigs against a sea of baldness,
wear them as a buffer,
the whips and scorns stem,
and by opposing end them.
Ay, that's the nub.
With apologies to William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)