BALD and PROUD

Being a slave to society's whimsical tune about beauty
I conformed by buying hair that was not mine

Taken from the heads of people in foreign lands
Convinced their contribution will be paid back by GOD.

The long tresses I wore despite the guilt
Agonizing headaches from it being sewed in

I look in the mirror disgusted by my hypocrisy
After all, I tell everyone be yourself and be free

Living with this internal struggle is irritating
10+ years back and forth with my troubled emotions

No more hypocrisy; besides, when did I start to care what any one thought?

In the barber chair I sat and said down to the skin
My beauty is not just the outside, but starts within

The deed is done and my head looks like Kojak
I am free now and will never look back

I allowed alopecia to stop me from living my life
Another obstacle that is overcome, no more self pity or strife

I stand tall and want you to hear me very loud
Before you still stand a beauty; I am BALD and Proud