Untitled: A Natural Hair Poem

The “me” I once hated

is now the “me” that I embrace

from my expressive cheekbones

to the beautiful nose spread across my face.

A head full of tiny curls

once called unmanageable and wild

were always a mystery to me

ever since I was a child.

One day curiosity got the best of me

and as I sat in the barber’s seat

I told him to shave off everything.

I walked out with my head up high.

People asked, “You cut your hair off! Why?”

I responded with a smile,

“It’s hair, not a limb, so no need to cry.”

From the fade, to the TWA, to the BAA

I enjoyed my natural mane at every stage

I am now beautiful because I said so

wearing my hair the way God made it grow.

I’ve fallen in love with the natural hair

I was finally getting to know.

I love everything about my natural hair

from the spring of my curls to the smell of it.

I get my natural hair wet

just for the hell of it.

I can’t keep my hands out of it.

My fingers are always flirting with my hair.

I try to keep my hands occupied with other things,

but they always find their way back up there.

Free from the poison that once imprisoned me

mentally, physically, politically, and spiritually.

Confidence is at its peak

because everything you see is 100% me.

Written By Aphropuphs