(4C)

By: Miesha.Sadé

coils.

they spring,

and sing,

and blush.

with kisses of water,

and oils that cascade into places

often neglected.

so you brush.

with a tug of war grip.

strand by strand.

with shea butter hands.

it’s not “just hair”.

it is soft, yet stubborn,

much like myself.

some days,

having a mind of its own.

growing.

slow as honey drips.

other days,

much faster.

i realize,

i, too.

am a garden,

with dandelion kinks,

and curls in between.

waiting to be watered,

waiting to be seen.

(4C)

Tatianna Wilkins, Wear your Hair

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