There is something you do
that I cannot understand.
As the wand pulls through
your every perfect strand.

It molds natural beauty
Into a smaller form.
Such a horrid duty
to have to perform.

It’s an artificial calm
run though lushes waves.
You hold it in your palm
and it slowly paves.

Now smooth and sleek
but altered none the less.
Your beauty is unique
in its brown wavy mess.

This crime at your hand
just seems so unfair.
I just can’t understand,
why straighten your hair?

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