to my hair,
for being true to itself
when I was not. for withstanding all the
heat, and still finding its way back
for taking up space
when I am too afraid to.
for forcing me to act confident
until it wasn’t an act anymore.
for being unapologetic and bouncy,
for making me smile with your ringlets,
for have a life of your own when
I am too tired of mine.
for helping me learn to
who I am and where I come
for being an ode to my his
tory, for wearing it