The time ticks,

The clock’s tongue clicks,

My fingers slick with hair gel,

My damn fingers fall asleep,****

As they weave through strands,

As they twist them together,

I have two sections left—

I honestly might weep,

It’s four AM,

Will I sleep?

Reattempts pile up,

Like four bricks,

That soar to the sky,

It slowly becomes,

Somewhat of,

What I had in mind,

It looks aright,

I will not weep,

I’m proud of myself,

And happy,

I tried something new,

Though it took two,

Grueling days,

I’m the outcome, I can tolerate.

(This might be a boring poem lol 😭but I wanted to write about how it took me two days and four attempts to put my hair in mini twists by myself)