Who would’ve thought I’d be saved by the hairband,
If it wasn’t for it, I’d be burying my head in the sand,
It’s because of it I am able to stand,
Tall and stout as if protected by God’s own hand,

Without it my confidence is chopped,
Not just my hair but my poise too has been cropped,

I have never waited for my hair to grow so earnestly,
I have never walked around so sheepishly,

I always knew it was our tresses that framed our face,
Now I also know how a wrong choice can do much disgrace