To all of my girls
Who were born with curls
I know there's a weight you carry,
The burden of your beauty
It is heavy
The ones who don't have it stare
In envy,
They want you to tame them
Not to be so wild,
Want you to submit
To the American way
To look like them
To be the same,
God forbid you have beauty
They can't even name,
But your locks they grow
Like the rivers that flow in our homeland,
Like chocolate waves
Of caramel
And cocoa,
You are the very definition of beauty
In your own essence
You are a free spirited soul
On fire,
They cannot extinguish your flame,
Keep burning my love,
Let your hair down
Wild and free,
Don't let anyone tell you that you can't be.
-j.t.
YOU ARE READING
Me
PoetryIn this book are pieces of me. It's my pain, my passion, my joy and my struggles. How I came to be.
