Curls (an acrostic poem)

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Cutting her hair, at one time, would make her cry. It was such a horrible experience

Utter fear would grip her upon sitting in the chair knowing she was at the mercy of the hairdresser

Red hair ringlets defined the core of who she was and were her pride and joy, so she was so particular

Letting the electric razor zoom across her scalp, she smiled.

Suck it, cancer! She would grow back stronger.

Hear (an acrostic poem)

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How could you abandon us in our need?

Every day we screamed your name and begged for deliverance.

And yet you did not answer our pleas for help and mercy.

Reality is you were never listening in the first place.

Pun (an acrostic poem)

Punishing me intellectually

Until I cry out for mercy

Never to laugh again