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.

Winter (an acrostic poem)

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When Mother Nature’s dandruff flakes cover the hard gray-brown ground

It makes me want to give her a shampoo that would help with her scalp condition

Now you might think that I’m being uncaring and callous

True, but I think not letting her know about her problem perpetuates all the negative

Everyone would benefit from her doing a little bit of hygiene

Really, it would make head and shoulders of a difference