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By: Miesha.Sadé


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.


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.


Tatianna Wilkins, Wear your Hair


Read more from Miesha.Sadé in chameleon: a collection of poetry and prose


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