Life in My Hair


Yanking, pulling, tugging.
My hair is so stubborn.
Every week new hairstyle.
Every week bad headache.
My edges and hairline recede because of the tight braids.
Just grew them back.
Every night mama says, “Wrap your hair so it doesn’t break”.
My comb still had sheds of my hair in its teeth.
My hair is so stubborn.
Yet my hair is my crown.
It defines me.
It makes me who I am.
My hair has been with me through every
journey I took in my life.
My hair may be stubborn, but I love my kinky, dark brown, tangly hair.

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