hair-illiterate

My hair looks like a raccoon got into my head. Again.

I tried braiding my own hair. It looks like a prison sentence.

I used a hair dryer like it was a death penalty.

I did my hair with a fist and a bag of chips. It worked, kinda.

I prayed to my hair to look good. It ignored me.

I punched my hair and it still didn’t listen.

I used a brush like it was a sword. My hair lost the battle.

Brushing my hair felt like a war. I had no idea I was fighting.

I brushed my hair so hard I scared my roommate.