The third fairy sister has made magic with her wand.
A very apt poem for the season when women strive to make new hairdos and outdo each other.
The things women do …… to me
I can be your crown, if you’ll just let me
My color – red, brown, black or grey
My feel – straight, curly, kinky,
Are things I can’t dictate
I’m fine when you just let me be
A simple adornment is all I need
But ouch! You just wear me out!
Well, life has its twists and turns
And it’s inevitable that I weave my way round it
Sometimes you stretch me beyond imagination
And wonder why my form is brittle
What scares me the most though
Is when you tell me to relax and I fall for it
You promise to make me Dark and Lovely,
Or Soft and Beautiful
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