Bending and twisting.
Embers, chocolate, mud, and sand.
White with freckles and dark like Sudan.
Is there a side when your blood knows no end?
Bouncing, crunchy, zig zags.
Sinful and unruly.
Who can tame these curls?
Sizzle 'em 'til their straight.
suffocate them soft.
They will grow back
and they will be ecstatic,
a towering tree nothing like and angel
but just as divine.