Unruly Curls
Look deeply into my roots and see that my curls are unruly.
My curls define me
Curled to perfection
Every kink and coil
Each designed to fit me
Tell a story of my well-being
My hair is my destiny
My heritage twisted into
One
Moisturize and detangle
The pain and trials
My ancestors went through
Brush back the harsh realities
Of a society that so boldly rejects my culture, my ethnicity
My curl pattern won't be held down
Or matted to my scalp
For the pleasure of others.
Spirals are meant to be
Free
Knotted up is not my cup of tea
So sip on these curls and
Learn to accept me.
This poem is about:
Me
My country