My son's hair - A poem for Tony

My son’s hair
by Karen UP

My son’s hair
Is magic

Yes
My son’s hair is different
It does not lay flat
And despite my best efforts
The frizzies come back

But please don’t call it “crazy”
And no,
He doesn’t need a hair brush-
He’s got a mama who knows
Aceite de coco y un peine
Son lo mejor

My son’s hair
Is magic
Laughter unbridled
My son’s hair
Is joy
Sunshine tumbles in the grass
It moves and it flows
It’s natural and 
It’s free
As it should be- 
He’s 2

He’s 2 and I’ll let him live bold 
Won’t pass on my pain
Not fitting in
For my pouf and it’s weight
Not feeling pretty
For hair that’s not straight 

No, 
My son will learn different 
We’ll teach him to love
His beautiful crown
To wear it loud
Grow it proud
And never be told
It’s not normal
Just because it’s different 

My son’s hair 
Is magic