4c Lighting Bolts

I am stuck between two conflicting forces

They pull me side to side as if I am in a storm on a boat

Well today my boat is my mind and my hair is the storm

 

Pull left tug right

A flat iron or curls

I huff in frustration

This is my storm

 

He smiles at me from a distant and naturaly I go to pull my hair

It is straight now and I feel strong

My storm has been calmed

 

I scrunch my face in the mirror at these 4c lighting bolts

Why can't they agree to my terms?

They streak across my face lighting up the sky

These 4c lighting bolts are my storm

 

Tug left pull right

Wash this apply that

This is my storm

And it, is a beautiful one

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