[poem] Curly

I combed my curly hair
In reverse
To Straighten it out
To make it silky and wavy
Like those beautiful men on TV
The aspirations of a sixteen year old
To impersonate the idea of beauty
As it was sold to him
And here I am
Knowing fully and Loving too,
That Neither me nor my hair
Can be Straight!
We are Curly, Girly, Whatever,
And Beautiful!