The Color Of Hair

My hair used to be long enough to touch the floor.

It's as smooth as a baby's bottom.

It shines like the sun on a warm summer day.

My hair is as brown as the bark on a tree.

I know my hair is soft.

I have been told over and over again.

That my hair is so soft and shiny.

When my hair is long like a willow tree.

It's time to cut it.

I dye my hair many colors.

It is brown.

Red, purple, and burgundy.

I like all the colors it changes to.

When it gets too long.

I cut it short.

It goes from long to short, so very fast.

From long and short, it will change.

Short to my shoulders.

It is not much of a change.

But short and diagonal close to my ears.

When my long brown hair is soft to the touch.

I Brush it and brush it.

There's time I do my hair in a bun.

But pulled away from my face is how I like it.

It's in a bun most of the time.

And when it's let down is the only time you can tell

If it's grown from a frown.

I love my hair.

No matter what it looks like.

Put up in spikes.

Layed flat like a doormat.

I love it all the same.

THE END!!!!!