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