Bald is Beautiful

Sun, 03/03/2019 - 11:20 -- clair16

Sometimes life isn't fair and sometimes life isn't sweet.

My shiny head makes people stare as I walk alone down the street.

No, you can't touch, don't you dare.

It's a sensitive topic, so I cover up with a sheet.

I might be pretty rare, but I'm also pretty neat.

My shiny head is my own, and I like to wear it bare.

It blinds the birds so in peace I can eat.

Bald is nice, bald is beautiful,

I like myself this way, and I lik myself enough to stay.


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