A Happy Bad Hair Song Poem by Ila Sumam

A little long ago
A girl felt so alone
With a shapeless head that bore
Too much hair, too coarse
Palms with long brown fingers
(More of spidery creatures!)
And a ghost of two eyes
Under brows, thick and wide
And a permanent smile
That hurt after a while
And a lot to advise her
None to obey, however

A few years later
Nothing changed, but new waiters
(Black-Brown Brown-Black magnets
Jumping onto her AlNiCo fingerlets)
Together they broke electromagnetic laws
(Every end attracts every other end, she saw!)
She was simply a historic flaw
For a little woman's hair won't fall!

But she was all glee
Why? Don't you see?
Though many still advise her
A lot more serve!