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.