Imagine for a moment…
It flourished naturally on your head for all of your thirteen years
the object of your hatred because…
well, not really your hatred
but everyone else’s.
Mummy has given in to your demands
and allows you to apply heat and chemicals to it, just like she does
because you both want to be just like all the women on the telly
you want your hair to look like theirs
After all, everyone says their hair is more beautiful
That’s what the world has accepted for hundreds of years
That’s what the school, and mummy’s work place accept
Theirs is good hair
So your must be bad right?
You gaze at your straight blonde hair in the mirror
as mummy applies different mouses and gels and creams
then rolls its straightness up in foam rods
By the time you wake up it will be big
Just like all the women on telly
Just like what your school, and mummy’s work place want.
Imagine that, just for a moment.