Mi Pello (my hair)


Mi Pello it's long, dark and straight
It hangs off my shoulders
As I do off the monkey bars
Mommy tells me it's like buelitas (grandma's)
Quebrado y un poquito pesado (wavy and kinda of heavy)
Silky like Mommy's and full of wisdom
Mommy always tells me that she prayed for my pello
She prayed for it not to be like Tia Magdalena's (Aunt Maggie)
She used to say era feo como una escoba vieja (old ugly broom)
Oh how I use to secretly thank her for that
My favorite times were of me and mommy's morning ritual
Mommy would turn me into her own personal muneca (doll)
She would try all sorts of hairdues
Trenzas up, trenzas down, trenzas to the side (trenzas-braids)
But Mommy's favorite was the bun
She would say te miras como una princesa (beautiful princess)
I would say it looks like a big mojon (lump)
This of course was not my favorite hair due
The black wirer bobby pins would dig and prick at me
Leaving their intentions in my head
But I would never say anything to Mommy
For her eyes would light up and smile when she would finish
Mi Pello how I love it so it's been everywhere with me
So how could I ever cut it?
Besides it's my beauty..I can't cut my beauty right?
Well at least that it what my Papi says.

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