My Hair My Story

The voluminous straight strands 

That seep out of my head 

Lustrous like onyx stone 

Narrates my conservative success story 

Explaining my directed future 

Set out since I was sixteen 

The gateway had already open for the ambitious bubble inside of me 

They hang over my heavy shoulder at all times

Like a spiritual companion 

To hide all my scars and showcase the success

 

The bubble around my head

Bounces with the air molecules as they travel on their ceaseless journey 

And the tendrils dance along with its music 

The stubborn curls that form it elucidate the lunatic thoughts that project in my mind 

The afro, writes my story suffused with culture and respect 

Our struggles and numerous sacrifices 

Draw into the knotted scalp 

As it smoothens out towards the sky 

It shows hope 

From the densest of jungles we ascended into heaven 

 

The 5 inch long threads 

Stick to my skull like a newborn

Sweating for the days that lay ahead 

And enjoying the soft summer breeze

It depicts my journey with love and appreciation

Ironically, unlike your first stereotypical beliefs 

My cut is not the aftermath of the heartbreak 

My unleashed pixie is for the world to experience the love i hold for myself

I hope they see my droopy shoulders hanging from a crafted neck

I got rid of the bangs that obscured my eyes like a sheepdog 

Now the world can know my power and the self love scarred in my eyes 

 

The Maltese gray lump of lifeless string

Strides over her glowing face 

It orchestrates her anxieties and monsters 

The immortal mark of her depression 

But it paints her success for when you look at her face

The cheek are always torn apart into a welcoming smile 

As how eyes beamed with eagerness.

Growth is different for everyone

Not by age but through happiness and worth 

It is the sign of my content 

 

My hair is the past, present and future 

Of my existence.