I don’t like my curly hair.
Everyday I say a prayer.
God, please make my hair straight.
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Its that age of children, when they have that open mind Which is ready to hear and understand Its only when grown up they get closed to outside A feeling that.. now i know everything. How nice it is to be... a child at heart and mind forever We can have a closed door still an open gate... as the age goes... Nice one... simple truth.
thank god ANIKA does not have a sister with straight hair
wow... a poem with a different message... unique... nice write
Rhythm, rhyme and spontaneity are the beauty of this poem.
Natural rhythm and flow with heartfelt affection for the grand daughter. An effortless poetry, I enjoyed reading it. CP
A beautiful page from life very beautifully brought out...Anika, HE loves you...HE loves you the way you look in your curly hair....10
Enchanting word portrait. I am sure God loves Anika for her curly hair.10/10. Always your friend, Sandra Sandra