The Hair She Wears
Unlike,
Snow White in the celebrated enchanted story,
my sable sista sports a coiled crown of glory.
She use to press her strands straight, or
level her thick crinkled mane with lye.
But, after the drain on her spirit
she freed herself of society’s wants
and gave her African inheritance a try.
Today, her hair flows healthy
Her locks grow l o n g.
Like a lioness in its native habitat,
my sable sista struts STRONG.
by Tanya DeVonne, Author- - In Black Skin
This poem is about:
My community