I am sorry.
I am so sorry.

I wish I never burned you with chemicals
or tamed you straight.

It is wrong of me to grown at you every time I must look presentable.

It is only natural when I yell
as you fight back the comb.
And you have your revenge as you
break the teeth and handle.

I'm sorry I threaten to cut you off daily
and very sorry when I accidentally do.

That black ponytail holder has become a miracle for me,
but a nightmare for you.

It's just that you frustrate me.

I will give you more baths
as you fragile body allows.
And I will try not to hide you under hair that is not mine to have.
Just give me time.

I do not understand why you aren't welcome.
Yes, you might be a little rambunctious,
but what fun is life without it?

Your curls and naps aren't something I should hide.
You are a piece of me I'll embrace.