Hair Today

Presenting black anomalies is not my true forte
But for these minutes in this while I’ll take some time
To say how much I love and hate my hair
And all that comes beside the curls, the pain
The brittle rain/reign of puff that shakes my pride

Mine
Frustrating though it be
Mine
And I’m letting it grow to
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But it is finished
It too has limits
Adaptability is not its game
It’s a main that must be
tamed

Black
            Black like dark death downstate downscaled

Symbol of what once was struggle
            Frustrated when pushed aside, knowing its importance but
            feeling the unnecessary consequence of neglect . . .late
            . . .like  a latch key kid

What now is future
            Soft when treated right like human kind like what
            love does to heart . . . beat, beat

What will be one day
            Free like no one really is but dreams to be and assumes
            he or she is due to status and quo

True
            Standing only when right, sitting only where right, pleasing
            only who’s right

 Who’s(e) right?

 It will not          

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