a poem a day for National Poetry Month… oldie but goodie frotastic hair poem….
....& hair grease.
My thoughts are nappy,
Yeah, at times hard to manage,
But they are natural.
Always on the move, no time for relaxing…
Coils that intertwine, each strand unique.
Refusing to be straightened.
Thick and stubborn, yet soft and beautiful.
Not clouded with multiple chemicals….
Able to go through brainstorms without dodging the drops……
can't you tell?
I like that analogy.
You know, sometimes I think too much. I’m not gonna tell you how long I tried to figure out what MYBACRTNA meant. Then I realized that those were just the first letters of each line of the poem. lol
LOL!!! Glad to meet a fellow overthinker! Welcome to my world!