To my Younger Self

To my younger self, I've got something to say
You don't know it now, but you will someday

Those bouncy curls that frame your face
Are what make you the picture of grace

You may wish for hair like other girls'
But many of them
wish they had your curls

You think they're untamed and crazy and wild
I thought the same when I was a child

I tried to change my natural look
With flat irons, blow-outs- whatever it took

But what I was changing, now I see
Was a naturally beautiful part of me

Untamed is free, And crazy is fun.
And wild you'll love when you'r not so young

Your waves, twists and turns,
allow me to teach
Look like oceans waves
painting the sand on the beach

And one day your daughter if only she knew,
Will love her curls-she got them from you!