Mercy, Mercy!

My sister Mercy’s hair twirls and curls and reaches out to touch everything in its path. It spirals out of control like the coronal loops of the sun. It twists and turns every which way and gives you whiplash. You’ll do a double take when she passes you by because she wears it audaciously. Its revolutions changing the norm. Every bounce and gyration are movements filled with confidence and spins the very meaning of cool.