Designated Doodler

As a child I had straight (albeit wavy) hair. There isn't a single photo of me as a child with curly hair, because I didn't have it! I loved my hair! It was great! And then it went curly when I was like…11? And I when I say curly, I mean CURLY. Not to mention I have enough head on my hair for two people (easy). No seriously…sometimes hairdressers up the charge, or charge me double because I have so much hair. So you get the picture…I have a lot of curly hair. The odd thing is…I get treated TOTALLY different when I straighten my hair (which takes about 3 hours). By the time I got to college, my hair relaxed to a mildly manageable point and I began to get Keratin treatments and straighten it. I noticed immediately a jarring difference in how I was perceived and treated. People thought I was older when my hair was straight. Not to mention, they paid more attention to me! When my hair was curly, people perceived me to be younger and "nerdy." I was treated ...

***I am so excited to announce that one of my recent poems is being published and advancing to the semi-final round of the National Amateur Poetry Competition! To celebrate, I thought I'd write a poem! Thank you for your continued support!*** Cat got your tongue? Your thoughts came undone You came here for fun But it's not what you found In this bar you can't hide behind a technological glow Your feet want to run But I've seen you, you're bound. We're in the same space Breathing the same air Nervous eyes stare at my wide open face And I issue the dare to say out in the open what you wrote in cyber space I don't think you can You're a child of a man Ill-equipped for reality Unprepared to run into me To summon the things you said And say them aloud And have them cataloged in my head The ground it feels like sinking sand You stare into molten brown eyes That contain neither hurt, anger or lust It's disconcerting what you don...