April 10, 2008

Poetry





On being asked if I Kinda Wanna –b- Nappy Again


I say the condition:

Kinky, Curly, Long, Strands

Now

Pressed,

With a slender comb placed on the stove

I say the heat was hot = creased tresses.

Mother pulled my head back heavily with her hands on Sunday mornings,

“Mama you burned me”--[Always on my ear]

She says, “Gurl shut yo’ mouf, Im’s almost finish!”

I say the style:

My hair was sandy-brown [not anymore],

She would section off four parts on the top of my head

Like a map, Directing you to the

North>South>East>West= ponytails, with pink ribbons.


I say the wash:

The chemicals started to seep in my brain at the

Age of ten she got married to this guy

I say he turned in to more guys

Therefore, [my ear was never burned],

I say again:

The tresses now are strands of splinted ends:

By way of chemicals purchased by her from

Sally’s Beauty Supply, Wal-Mart, Target, and The Discount Beauty Store

All for $5.99-- a boxed Perm

All to make MY HAIR straight: [Society told her to do that].

I say she burnt me again.

She says, “No’z I didn’t; sit back down!”

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