This is a poem that has a lesson.

You should be careful about trying to be like others. 

You are unique and just what God created  you to be.

Do not try to be like someone else.

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There once was a pretty little girl

Who desperately yearned for a curl

Right in the middle of her forehead.

But alas her hair was quite straight

So stringy hair was her sad fate.

Her name was Betty Lou Patroni

And she thought her problem was bologna

Still she had no idea what she should do

So she bought herself a floppy hat

That made her look like a dingbat.

She looked into her bathroom mirror

And with her image she started to bicker

She shouted to herself, “You are ugly in this hat

And still you don’t have any ringlets.”

Get over it. Your sorrow has no merits."

I can put a bow in my straight tresses

And let go of the bothersome stresses

Wear ribbons and hair clips matching my outfits

 I could live with this particular solution 

These baubles would alleviate my confusion.

So she added some bows and paper butterfly insects

And stared in the mirror to see what were the effects

She was quite thrilled to see how cute she looked

She marched down the street with her head held high

And headed for the store, more ribbons and clips to buy.

Now Betty Lou Patroni  embraces her straight locks

As down the street sweet Betty skips and walks

The other girls now want to straighten their own hair

And they go with Betty to the local five and dime

To get trinkets for their hair, as Betty they mime.

So when you you feel you don’t quite measure up

To your unique looks and ways you must faceup

It is really cool to be proud of who you are

Find the special things for special you

And don’t try to do what others do.

(C)Corinne Mustafa

July, 2013