Hairography

Every morning i wake up to a blast of fruitiness and warm water. Thank you. This is the feeling i wish you'd give to me all the time but no, instead comes the mad construction. First you take this odd zebra printed burn stick you call a hair straightner. Each little piece of me is burned and straightened to a pin. Have you noticed how each end of hair is splitting? Stop straightening me! And when you aren't straightening my hair, your curling it and suffocating me with small curly foamy objects. Do you want to know the feeling of what its like to be tortured like this? It feels like a cold piece of bread thrown into a hot toaster.

Can't you just keep your hair natural for once? Each little chunk of hair has its own meaning for you. It represents you for the person you are inside. You were lucky to be born with soft wavy hair. Each wave gives you the power to have emotions, to be happy angry sad confused anxious and more. Can't you just take a break with all those deadly gases like hairspray and gel? Were not in world war 1 anymore. Other than the devastating heat and fumes you bring to my nose i appreciate the lovely looks you give my hair once the torture is over. Also in winter could you please try to wear a hat I'm freezing up here! Oh and please stop making me feel like the king of pop and dying each strand lighter and lighter. I'll try to listen to you if you try to listen to me. Okay? Thanks for letting me live on your head.