This hair is auburn with golden strands.

This hair has waves,

like the ocean on a hot summer day.

This hair can’t be tamed,

with just one bobby pin.

This hair has a mind of her own.

She has my back and I have hers.

This hair has been through a lot,

dyed, straightened, and always returns with frizz.

This hair is thick.

This hair is strong.

The different sizes of ringlets,

emit the smell of coconut and vanilla.

Either always in braids,

Or trailing down my back.

Flyaways, split ends, and windswept,

Yet told she’s so luxuriant.

I have known her

to make others jealous,

and me crazy.