Ode to my Hair
My golden crown walks down my head
And remodels itself as I lay in bed
My body’s a mountain with my hair as its river
Constantly waiting to deliver
The feeling of a delicate cloud
Which always makes me feel so proud,
I sometimes struggle, taming this beast
A gigantic monster that has been released
Crunch, crunch, crunch as my comb goes through my curls
As I remembered the words of my mothers and sisters
That I should treasure the hair that shines like pearls
From the oils, they worked hard getting, with blisters
Sometimes it feels gritty like sand or stone
Or also as dry as bone
My curls tightly wrap around those harsh words
And turns them into sweet songs from birds
She stands up for me more than I ever could
Cause when she walks into a room
They see her as bold
In a good or bad way, she’ll still bloom
But overall, I love my coily hair
Although sometimes it doesn’t feel fair
Seeing others with their straight sun rays
While mine feels like a maze
I’ll never forget the power my crown holds
Because there are other things that it enfolds