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?