Curly Kinks

Curly Kinks


Sitting in the beauty chair
I watched my hair
long and golden brown
fall to the ground
in three to four inch clumps
No more strands
to keep my neck warm
and for your hands
to run through
Now it hits above the nape
and curves the contours
of my face
Soon
it will no longer be straight
The curly kinks
will come through
from the roots
Month after month
day after day
Snip after snip
Relaxed strands
will be swept into
the dust pan
and the natural me
will be liberated
in Afro form
or two-strand twists
or straw-set curls
And on and on, and on and on
Transitioning from chemicals
is where I'm headed
Healthy pure and 'naptural.'

~cdw