I wish none had hair
Then all could share the rubrics of the fair
Heads;
Round
Pointed
Oblong
Will battle
And mamas will battle
To showcase their handiworks
From birth till cartilages turn bones
Then beauty will be real art
And long silkies,
Beautiful bushes
Short and long
Whatever colour
Will have no voice in beauty
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)
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12 replies on “MEDDLESOME HAIR”
This poem made me smile.
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I’m so glad.
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My dear Cecilia,
I hope you know how beautiful you are inside and out! Outward attributes are useless to gauge the merit of a person.
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True. Thank you dear Tina. I can always breathe because of your great words.
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This is so beautifully written!
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Thank you very much.
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You’re welcome 🙂
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🙂
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So true.
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Thank you Merissa.
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Hair is like your finger prints. They are your trademarks setting apart from every one else. I love the fact that this makes all us different. That a mother handy work is like her calling card of her life.
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🙂
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