Bald and Beautiful
As you stop and stare
Mustering up the courage to ask me about my hair
I’ll gladly share with you my story
For my creator will always get the glory
I added a little too much weave
For I wasn’t born with hair down to my sleeve
Wow! My own self I so unknowingly had deceived
The pulling and the glue
The crown of my hair it begin to undue
Now I’m completely bald
And guess what! I don’t care at all
For I’m fearfully and wonderfully made
Rocking my beautiful bald head in the spring and summer
And I wear the bomb hats in the winter and the fall!
K
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PG 7