Teen Life Lesson Poem

Every girl likes to feel beautiful, so this poem shows that a girl can look beautiful no matter what. Even though my hair doesn't define me as a person, it's always nice to look my best. For nobody else but for...me! Because at the end of the day I have to look at myself and accept and love myself!!!

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My Hair

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Published: March 2011

My hair rises, my hair falls,
My roots thicken, a perm calls;
Natural hair color as sandy and brown
Now I'm ready to hit the town!,
And my hair rises, my hair falls.

"I'm ready for you," my stylist calls,
After my wash, the water's all over the walls;
Hair's now dry, straight and silky, all mine,
No one can ever take my shine,
And my hair rises, my hair falls

"You're all done," from a distance someone calls
Shining with bounce, my hair quickly falls;
What a difference, with each curl
All which makes me a beautiful girl,
And my hair rises, my hair falls.

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