I wake up,

Take a look in the mirror

And there is my messy mane.

Never tame,

Silky or smooth.

Curly nonsense pure and simple.

Morning crazy;

Tangled and matted.

But one thing I have always loved is my hair

Whether falling coiffed in ringlets divine

Or a frizzy, wild masterpiece.

It is me.

All me.

Different every single day.