Poetry: “My Hair”
Anonymous | On 19, Oct 2018
My hair is my crown
Something I will not let fall down
There were times where I was ashamed
To embrace my voluminous mane
Thought I looked like a beast
Who hadn’t been slain
Or a wild animal not detained
Surrounded by girls with hair like silk
Insecurities began to invade my mind
As time proceeded I was self-assured
My hair, I no longer deplored
I realized looks do not define your beauty within
But you should always be comfortable with the skin you’re in
Beauty and looks only scratch the surface
Without them you still have a purpose
Never let your crown fall
Because people will pray on your downfall
Always be you, for it is what you should do
We are all different, you cannot compare me to you
We are beautiful and unique, no matter what we do.
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