today my friend braided my hair 

she quickly put my hair into two beautiful french braids. 

“my mom taught me and i need practice”

 

practice

 

i loved the braids but had to take them out to shower

later i asked my mom to rebraid my hair 

 

something i hadnt asked of her in years 

 

i asked for french braids 

 

as she tugged and prodded at my head she could never quite start the braid, watching tutorials and redoing her steps over and over again 

 

it brought me back to a similar picture 

 

i sit in the floor while my mom tugs at my hair, putting them in pony tails before i go to sleep 

 

i would always ask for french braids 

 

my mom would try and tug and tug at my hair 

getting angry at me when i complained

 

after a few minutes of trying she would always accept deafeat and say she would practice on my hair later 

 

practice 

 

she never practiced , she never had the time, she was busy trying g to keep me safe away from my dad 

 

i go to the bathroom after my mom falls asleep, i unbraid my hair and do it again, too ashamed, to scared  to tell my mom i do t like it 

 

as i do the same years later i hope that as i unbraid the tight restrictive braids i untie the trauma and shame that was braided into me 

 

not by my mother but maybe by hers, who never taught her how to braid in the first place 

 

maybe now that we’re safe i can learn and teach my mother and my daughter