Every day, the great debate
as I attempt to set it straight.
Yet despite how hard I try,
it continues to go awry.
The straight and narrow is not its schtick.
It’s stubborn, willful, obtusely thick.
It wanders from my planned-out way.
Down former paths it prefers to stray.
Daily, I attempt to guide,
while it goes against the tide.
Unruly tangles and snarls abide
while I would choose to smoothly slide
down tresses lovely, shiny, straight,
instead, alas, it is its fate
to wander this way and then that.
(Perhaps it’s best to wear a hat
when wandering away from home?)
This hair will never succumb to comb!!!
The NaPoWriMo prompt today is to write a poem in which two things have a fight.

Yes! I totally can relate to this. 🙂
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Haha! Mine are like this exactly
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Sounds like my hair too! 🤣
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Hahaha, take it from me: learn creative scarf tying! 🤣
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Yes ma’am.
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I love it! Hats are my normal go to when my unruly hair wins.
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