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THE DAY MY HAIR GOT WAVY
waking up i walk to the bathroom
rubbing the sleepers from my eyes
looking up into the mirror
i feel like i am about to cry
what had once been long, straight locks
as if flattened by an iron
were now frizzy and frazzled, poofy and curled
jewel has straighteners, right? i'll buy one
try and try and try again
i can not return my hair
oh why oh why did this happen to me?
this thing just isn't fair!
this ratty mess atop my head
i fear will be here till i'm dead