Jan 22 2016
I Hate My Hair
Child,
Perhaps you are disgruntled
With your body and your parents
I tell you,
Your line has survived
All of history, so far!
War, famine and pestilence
Volcanoes and floods
Hungry crocodiles and packs of wolves
Not all lines survive to the next generation
Not that THAT matters
But you
YOU, child
Are here, now,
Squalling in spite of the odds.
Sidney Barthell 2016
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