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.