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Unlike,
Snow White in the celebrated enchanted story,
my sable sista sports a coiled crown of glory.
She use to press her strands straight, or
level her thick crinkled mane with lye.
Beware of The HAIR YEAH... BEWARE of The HAIR … !!!
DON'T You Dare STARE In Case My Hair...
Decides To SCARE And ATTACK Your Lair … !!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah It May Get DREAD And... LOCK Like Feds' " … !!!
I died my hair bright red the other day;
now my curls are poisonous snakes.
Twisting, turning, tangling.
We know that in nature, bright colors mean posionous.
A mane untame like a horse,The frayed strands of my hair stays fully coarse.My hair is black and distraught and full of frizz,I only worsen my hair with the use of hairspray, Whizz!
my hair is dark
in the summer time
before it was light
in the winter
it doesn't really
make any sense
it was different before
but before I didn't need
a steady light in the
in May I cut
my hair as short
as I dared
and stood before
you with bared
neck. and then
suddenly
I didn't anymore resemble
the little girl who sat on your lap,
looking up,
Sitting around
a new day in town.
Start a new year
all my friends are here.
The look at me
and all they see
is my cut up hair.
"It was my choice!"
I strain my voice
Unsure eyes well with tears -
Hair donated mere hours ago.
Shorter than it has ever been,
Reflecting the fuse inside.
Pallid hands grip the vanity,
Reflection
September 10, 2018 ~ Monday
Wake up one day
Staring into the face of someone I don’t recognize
Are those my eyes or hers
the first picture taken of me sits in an altar by my bedside,
a reminder of everything I have been given from day one.
a baby, curls of onyx in my eyes,
nose-deep in a book.
Heels on
Makeup done
Dress on
Picture posted
I'm here
Move out of the way
I'm gonna blow your mind
I'm gonna crush this tonight
Look out world
Here I come
Miladys,
For all my springs, I was a lion
With kinks and knots in my hair
"Your hair's too tough to comb!
Your hair flows within the cold winter breeze
and the scent of it causees me glee.
I feel strange as a girl
to enjoy hair of this earl.
Its curls have enticed me to approach thee.
I hope you are okay with me.
Winding Strands of silken air,
Rushing 'round my clothes and hair,
Round and round the Earth they fly,
Climbing high without a care.
Bald isn't a curse!
Hair seems to be the epitome of beauty
Keeping it kept up seems to be a woman's duty
Keep it long keep it thick
Edges laid edges slicked
Outside yea its brick
Rapunzel, Rapunzel had a lot of hair
So thick, so dense
No stylist would dare
She stayed in a tower
In the middle of town
Combing and spraying
Detangling and braiding
Once upon a time,
in a tower- tall, far and kept away
lived Rapunzel,
a secret princess in her day
Her father, the King
made a mistake he could not take back
Rapunzel was alone most days and most nights
She grew sad and felt no meaning was meant for her
Her golden hair grew long and luscious
Her once bright purple dress turned cold and frail
Damn, her hair is this long
climbing up this wall?
I wonder how tall she is
I wonder how much hair this is?
I wonder could we sell it all
make this into weave for many girls
Hair.
My hair is beautiful.
I have the hair of a princess.
Long and flowy, and shines in sun;
perfect in every way
I deserve the hair of a princess.
100 brush strokes every night
Rapunzel:
Prince, Prince, let down your beard to me
I've never been kissed by someone so hairy
My mom is on me to find a man to love
I was trespassing and saw your stubble above
My hands already know how to braid my hair
At 15, I cut my hairthe ends tickle my chin.sensational.
At 8, my hair is too short to braid.
It took a bug flying into my hair
To make me realize.
A little beetle,
Brown,
And scared,
As I frantically untangles it from my mane.
I buzzed way,
Barely escaping suffocation
You'll sit on a friend's chair,
hands fumbling in your lap
as bright red tresses float down
Like leaves in autumn.
When you look in the mirror you might
skim a hand over your head,
My mother always said that you can judge someone’s life by looking at their hair
If it’s sticky and untamed
They’re dirty
If it’s slicked neatly back
I have hair on my legs, under my arms, and on my crotch,
But I do not consider it to be any different than the hair on my head.
Tight black curls bouncing against her back,
Long loose waves too stringy to attack.
Thick brown strands with a mind of their own,
Too complicated to even try to be blown.
Sitting for hours with bleach in your hair
Can be tiresome, though it is worth it
When you think of the matching clothes you’ll wear,
Most people don't see the beauty
In something so fine
But yet so thick
With curls so tight
Or stick straight locks
Hair is a science
But is seen as a crock
Fishtails
Dutch braids
Today my pick won’t go farther than three inches
into this jungle.
I could straighten it, but that would take too long,
leaving me with only exhausted arms and a smoky bathroom.
It makes me sad when people make fun of black girl’s curlsBecause that’s all I ever wanted.My hair is curly too, but not curly enough to be coolor flat enough to be normal or white people hair.
she came
she saw
she took
what she
needed
with soft
hands by
her touch
she then
approached him
he came again
she called
him in
she wanted
Oh to have a beard,
that is my dearest wish.
I am so smooth and hairless
just like a little fish.
It would be smooth and silky
like ladies underwear
It's like my thoughts grow outta my head;
every curl contains every word I done said
every song I done heard
every book I done read
And that hate and pain is like shea butter
The one-percenter Donald Trump
Announced presidential aspirations with hair in a clump.
Ironic Neil Young song played on
While he looked like a mafia don.
It's the glisten at the light,
That small glimmer of a perfectionist.
The dark waves and the pale surface,
a red sea with murky waters.
It falls to the arches,
it caresses to the skin.
She's pretty.
No matter how she styles her hair,
No matter what clothes she wears,
As long as she smiles.
So am I.
for as long as i can remember, my friend Lindsey has been in love with Peter Pan.on a night of pill bottles and pale skin, Peter visited herhospital room and the green fringes of his kid-clothes
Hairy Armpits
“Just wax, or shave, or pluck that hair.”
Don’t you see I really don’t care?
“Oh my god that’s so gross, ew!”
They don’t bother me, why does it bother you?
The way my hair falls on my shoulder,
the mole on my right leg,
and my hairy knuckles just make me flawless.
The scars on my feet,
the way my stomache folds,
and my bushy eyebrows make me flawless.
"I love baking, singing, and running but not all at once," says Instagram.
Snapchat calls me "pbfanatic" which is acceptable enough.
Peers would describe me as smart, quiet, polite as a lamb.
Every time he leaves she blames herself
So she thinks she has to change herself
Some fundamental part of her identity.
She may change her wardrobe or get a new piercing
The curls kinks and waves that grow out of my scalp
They are filled with love, secrets and fear
These follicles hide me from coming face to face with my true self
I brought you into this world I can take you out.
These are familiar words that every black child hears when they act up
The Father, our Father
clenches his jaw and whispers these words into our ears
Permed pressed and pampered
My hair, oh my hair.
Its beend abused and tampered with
Since I was young how could I dare
Permed pressed and pampered
My hair, oh my hair.
Its beend abused and tampered with
Since I was young how could I dare
when she told me,
“Straighten your hair, just to see what it looks like.”
all i heard was,
“Straighten your hair, so you look like me.”
and i wondered then, if i did
Flowing Locks Of Ropes
Cherish thee With Love
Long braids flowing down
hardly ever touch the ground.
Pig tails-Pony tails
Sometimes I still dream
Of the days
When my hair was the color of Straw
When my cheeks were
Red
Because the blood still ran
I dream of days when I was a Child
i sat in my imagination
recreated music videos
imagined my skin bleached
by the lights
as the music made my hair
feel long,
pink lips
pink hair
cartwheels
i dont care.
sunglasses
wineglasses
kisses on the run.
short skirts
outskirts
i hate everyone.
When I turned eighteen, I made a choice.
It wasn’t to protest racism, it was no sit-in.
I simply chose not to sit in.
I am stuck between two conflicting forces
They pull me side to side as if I am in a storm on a boat
Well today my boat is my mind and my hair is the storm
Pull left tug right
A flat iron or curls
My hair is red,
I want to go to bed,
I have not yet been fed,
So I will keep my eyes wide open
So I can eat my tacos and
Then I will sleep until I must be awake
To perm or not to perm-that is the question:
Whether it is nobler in the mind to embrace the kink
The twist outs, the rollers and the de-tangler
I am not a slave to my looks therefore I am not a slave to my hair. Next time you say,
Girl!
You will never get a man with that hair.
Hot combs, creme relaxer
Ceramic finish of an iron.
Spritz so the style holds.
Changes with the decade, but the fascination never gets old.
Needles & thread, Packs or bundles
10-20 inches long
This is my hair
It flows free and true
Can you feel my tresses?
They speak the truth, do you?
This is my pride, black & true.
Flowing ever freely, do you?
This is my hair haiku.
Thick, short & full of life
She’s mostly everywhere but sometimes invisible to the bare eyes
Free in the wind
But trapped under her skin
Light but packed with DNA
We press it, cut it, blow it out, and pin it up
We change our texture because it’s not desirable
We dye it as the trends change
And we die a little more ourselves each time
I can't sing but the way you make my heart feel is wonderful
and I cant dance but the way you make my body feel is beautiful
but you can't run your hands through my hair with your fingers
