My Mane

Dear mane, I used to be ashamed to say that you’re mine

On the playground, getting harassed with questions like:

“Were you born with braids on your head?”, “How does it grow so fast?”,

Or my favorite of all, “How do you get it to feel like a loofah?” 

Passing through life wondering how long the badgering would last

Then one day I heard about the natural hair movement

13-year-old me yearning to have hair like the racially ambiguous women on my screen

Only to later realize that the only woman I need to love is me and

Every strand of this coily, curly, multifaceted keratin

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world
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Comments

Laisha.naeli

This is beautiful! I really love it

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