Mother's Curls
Most little girls dreamed of castles and pearls
Of worlds where princes and dragons
Battled for the fate of the locked up maiden
Whose only form of escape was to let down her hair
Rapunzel with her long, golden locks
Jasmine with her velvety, dark mane
Women of beauty and strength
With a sound hair-care regimen
All heroines of a child whose dreams were shattered
When she realized it took more than shampoo and willpower
To attain that level of perfection, and for all her dedication
Would never master the beast resting atop her head
The friction and excitement that lived in her
Could not be internally contained
And the frizz that sprouted from all sides in a spur
Soon became her young life’s bane
She tried with all her might
To banish those impossible knots
Ripping out fistfuls of hair
More often than not
She cried and she screamed
When her mother tried to reassure
Her of the way things were
Like her mother before her
But as soon as she could that little girl began to hide
With heat and lies what had been her family’s pride
Damaging, with no care, her young and luscious hair
Banishing thoughts of reluctance for the sake of acceptance
It wasn’t until much much later, no longer a little girl
Now a woman in her stead with a strong and cared-for head
That she saw how a world of fantasy
One of princesses and pearls
Would never in a million years
Satisfy all her fears
And would never in the world
Be worth sacrificing
Her mother’s lovely curls
