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.
No spaghetti- straight locks flowing in the rippled wind.
I’m left to untangle the damage, in my hair,
in my soul
you’re beautiful the way they made you).