My Gramma braided my hair for me once.
I felt like a Dresden princess.
I never saw anything like it
Before or after since.
It's must have been some special knots
Borne from the Old Country.
She shook her head and rolled her eyes
As my fine hair slipped
And flew away defying gravity,
But I could tell from what hairs that stayed
What a goddess I could've been that day.
I guess even then my locks were more New World Order
Than some would have liked them to be.
I felt like a Dresden princess.
I never saw anything like it
Before or after since.
It's must have been some special knots
Borne from the Old Country.
She shook her head and rolled her eyes
As my fine hair slipped
And flew away defying gravity,
But I could tell from what hairs that stayed
What a goddess I could've been that day.
I guess even then my locks were more New World Order
Than some would have liked them to be.
-jenn long
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