Poetic Thoughts: "Tangled"

Puffy clouds of hair,

oiled with care

by mama’s hands.

Tugs and pulls on my scalp.

I blossom and see beauty that doesn’t look like my kinks and coils.

Tugs and pulls on my confidence.

Weighted down.

No spaghetti- straight locks flowing in the rippled wind.

I’m left to untangle the damage, in my hair,

in my soul

(mocha-skinned baby,
you’re beautiful the way they made you).