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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. 




Copyright © Margarita Lillico

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