Our hair has its own radical beauty
While conducting spiral revolutions
Making us sistahs Nubian cuties
Creating cultural contributions
Everyday what it takes is not quick
Can I treat it like a glorious crown?
But when it's done, it's almost like magic
I think it is right, either up or down
It does what it does - no explanation
From Afros to braids to dreadlocks to curls
It screams style with a loud exclamation
A celebration for every black girl
It proclaims where our legacy presides
And pays homage to our ancestral pride
This is what I turned in. I created the art on the side too.
:D ❤️
Inspiration: black girls' hair and an English class sonnet assignment
I am proud to say that this poem has also been published in a literary magazine! Yay!
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Poems (The Patterns of my Mind)
PoetryThis is a collection of random poems that I usually write when I have even more writers block for my other stories. Current photo belongs to Against the Current (the actual band). *All rights reserved*