Louisa Morris

Ode to Pureology

I had to seek you out  
Pearly lavender scented  
Luxurious  
Glossy  
When Nasa beamed us the milky way 
Fountains of stars  
Cascading down  
I thought of you  
Three times a week  
As long as the water stays hot 
Some days you left a sting  
Clouding my vision  
Just like nights with glistening planets 
when my eyes would fill  
Then spill over  
One after the other  
As my ruby lips began to quiver 
Soaking deep  
As you roll down the page  
Turning sheer  
A beauty mark of black ink  
Leaving puddles  
Shiny on the tile floor  
When I was seven  
I confess  
I used you to make slime  
Along with glue and Borax  
You got stuck in my dog’s hair 
Oh the shame!  
But I’ve evolved  
Turned the page  
Rejuvenated  
Restored  
Strengthened  
All these words  
My hair says  
Are true.  

About the Author: Louisa Morris is a senior at Montclair Kimberley Academy in Montclair, New Jersey.  She enjoys spending time with her friends and family.  "Ode to Pureology" is her first publication.