My Crowning Glory

8yrs young lo0000nnnnnnnnggggggggg thick shiny blue black hair Air Force Papa wanted a Wash N Wear He wanted mija* with Dorthy Hamill hair So I was ordered to March down the street to Emilias Holy Carport Emilia La Bautista Mexicana* She knew no english but she knew Jesus She'd cut your hair and save your soul That day i requested un "Dori Hamel" Cut She smiled and charismaticly said Amen! Te vas a ver muy bonita* Her holy * tijeras snipped my hair glided to the cement floor like feathers off angels wings She made me look right she made me look left and when i looked up... I HAD A MULLET my tears came down because of my Dukes of Hazzard crown and I marched home to Dixie

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