My fingers sting and are sore,
I doubt they can take any more.
It is such a rush when I withdraw my brush
And my hair responds with a roar.

I never rinse and repeat;
They hiss and I admit defeat.
I cannot use soap and I sure will not grope,
Wearing a bath cap’s a feat!

They snap at everything in sight.
They knot when I lay down at night.
I have studied hair care, but I’m not aware
Of how to care for hair that can bite! Poem: Medusa's Woes 1

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