Blending in

Sometimes I feel that you expect too much of me. I can't be all things! Kinky Curly, wavy, STRAIGHT? Who are you? You want to be THAT girl now? With the hair the blows in the wind, and does not shrink up her back to her ears? Cause that is what I do. I shrink. And I will do it again as soon as you release me from this heat imposed state of pressed unkinkyness. Or as soon as Poseidon lends me a few of his minions to assist in my reversion. For now I will try do be this, this, FLAT thing that you seem to strive for, because I am strong and capable. I can be this chick too, temporarily.