I don’t like my hair.
It’s really quite bad
The way that it looks
Makes me feel kind of sad.
Oh, why can’t I be
Like the prettier girls,
With hair soft and straight
Instead of these curls?
Those girls will never
Be friends with me.
I’m not like them
And they won’t like me.
I have some ideas.
And I think maybe that
I could hide this big mess
Under Mom’s old, blue hat.
What about this?
If I tie up each lock,
Just as tight as I can
With a big, heavy rock.
Or, maybe some feathers
Tied here and there,
Would make them believe
That I really don’t care.
Would a big ponytail
Tied up with a string
Possibly bounce
On my head like a spring?
If I comb them and brush them
All night and all day,
And wish really hard,
Will these curls go away?
If I can’t fix my hair,
What else can I do?
Should I just try to act
Like the other kids do?
With some fancy, new dance steps
I might seem pretty cool.
Maybe then they’ll all come to
My house after school.
I could have a big party
To show everyone!
If they would all come
It would be so much fun!
But, what if I can’t?
And what if they don’t?
I want to make friends,
But I probably won’t.
I worried so long
About how I could change.
And then something happened
That seemed very strange.
Yellow-haired Abby,
Looked right at my hair.
For a really long time
She continued to stare.
I started to squirm
When I heard Abby sigh.
What was she thinking?
I thought I might cry!
What she said to me then
Slowly blinking her eyes,
I could hardly believe!
It was such a surprise!
“I like your red curls.
Tell me what I can do.
It sure would be great
If I looked just like you!”
She liked my red hair!
She loved all these curls!
And so, I soon learned,
Did the other cool girls!
So, now you see how
Curly Pearl’s story ends.
She knows she’s ok,
And she knows she has friends!