| One protruding curl adorned her head till
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| | were only a challenge for the bald.
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| two,
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| | She witnessed others with defective hair
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| Uncaringly, she waddled with her swaying
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| blonde lock,
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| | holding a secret desire to straighten
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| A baby girl too busy with dolls and
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| | out there lives too.
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| cradles
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| | She knew, Straight Hair was at the root
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| to be held hostage by curls.Four years
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| | of all problems.And then it happened.
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| later she received twenty-four homemade
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| | The unthinkable.
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| ringlets by mom,
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| | The event that could not be forecast.
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| But its then she noticed...
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| | The most unpredictable moment in her
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| Her friends had long, straight, shiny
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| | history.
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| locks of perfection
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| | After 46 years of never failing herself,
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| She wanted that, but hers curled !!
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| | she had forgotten to elasticize her
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| So began the days of scotched taped
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| | mound of glitches after swimming.
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| bangs and blow dryers.
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| | Side tracked like she had never been,
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| It was time to straighten her life
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| | her hair dried:
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| out.Other girls had bouncing hair without
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| | On its own. without any tools of chore.
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| a single wrinkle, without a zig, without
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| | As her husband approached, mouth hanging
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| effort.
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| | open like a feeding trout,
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| But her hair became a masterpiece
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| | he blurted, "Your Hair Hon!, I like it,
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| canvass of trial and error.
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| | it looks great"The Hair General was weak
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| However, the magic words, "How To
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| | kneed. Ready to fall.
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| Straighten Your Hair"
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| | Eyes tightly closed, she courageously
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| written in a
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| | headed towards her reflection,
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| Blow-Dryer-Manual-To-Idealism,
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| | Before plunging into truth,
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| would become her ticket to conformity.It
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| | she cautiously peeked through the corner
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| worked.
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| | of her right eye,
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| Wow, her curls transformed into
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| | With her mouth hanging open like a
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| streaming stands of shining fullness
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| | feeding trout,
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| Farah hair, incredible Farah hair.
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| | her brain processed what must have been,
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| Now the lioness of straightness was
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| | 1000 twisted zags of reality.This wasn't
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| Queen.
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| | for the faint of heart, but the General
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| Except when it rained.
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| | could do it. She knew it.
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| Perfect hair was a task only for the
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| | She forced both eyes open into a stare
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| willing.
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| | that lasted 46 years for one second.
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| Swimming became a chronically planned
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| | She gently touched her sheep head,
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| de-curling event.
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| | feeling each kink, for the very first
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| "The bad hair weekend", also known as
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| | time.
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| "Camping", was
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| | Her swirls had never been left to their
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| a militaristic regiment of self
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| | own devices. Never.
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| nurturing for the hair flawed.She could
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| | She was witnessing a first.Now you can
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| not show her corkscrewed inadequacy in
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| | look in the top left hand side of her
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| its nakedness. Not Ever.
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| | dresser,
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| Campfire sing songs by angelic girls and
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| | Among her keepsakes sits a dusty blow
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| their bouncing mounds of straight,
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| | dryer and a perfectly good flat iron.
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| flat, free-swaying weather resistant
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| | From time to time she reflectively looks
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| quaffs of silk
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| | in on them.
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| made her project of fulfillment a
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| | She even ponders their use again
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| mission for the mentally trained.
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| | someday.
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| Ready to securely paste her frizz
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| | But she has discovered something so
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| mountain to her head, she always came
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| | cutting edge it holds her back:
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| equipped with camping's mandatory
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| | She cannot go back to who she is not.
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| primary tools, "elastic
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| | Her individuality, her confidence, her
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| bands".Backpacking through Europe was no
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| | smile, her soul,
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| match for the disciplined straightener.
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| | her giving nature is what makes her
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| Dual powered blow dryers, multi-colored
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| | beautiful.
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| elastics, back-up cream-rinse, and
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| | She is her own person, and she
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| lastly the most coveted travel tool
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| | appreciates, for the first time in her
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| known to mankind, the electrical adaptor.
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| | life,
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| You see, she was the General
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| | that Curls don't make or break the
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| Extraordinaire of Straight Hair and she
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| | girl.Today she rinses, repeats, applies
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| knew it.Nothing, not one single thing
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| | leave in conditioner, muffles her
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| could prevent The Straight Hair Plan from
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| | curlicues,
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| being executed.
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| | looks into the mirror and knows who she
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| The births of four sons required
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| | is:
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| carefully packed hospital bags.
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| | A grown woman, the lioness of curly, the
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| Days of one hundred percent humidity,
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| | embracer of self,
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| also known as 'Mission-Prevent-Insanity',
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| | too busy to be held hostage by curls.
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