My crown and glory is my hair.

Thinning though it may be

when it looks good,

I look and feel good too.

kinky, curly, wavy or straight

my hair represents me.

It is who I am.

When it acts the way I choose

I’m on top of the world

demanding respect,

and-

crying with a loud voice

without saying a word.

Look at me!

Don’t I look good?

 

Thick like wool.

Soft like cotton.

Long and flowing,

short and sassy

my hair demands to be noticed.

Although it’s not what it use to be

and may never be again

thanks to crochet, weave and wigs;

a beautiful comb, barrette, or a scrunchy placed just right.

My hair can once again take center stage

as my crown and glory.