Our love is like a braid
Its habitual,
The way my fingers know how each strand overlaps,
Keeping it all in place,
The way I know if it works by the way that it feels,
No mirrors needed,
I don't have to think about it,
My hands remember for me,
I'm conditioned by countless mornings and bad hair days,
And I find comfort in that consistency,
Comfort in knowing that when all other hair products fail,
I'll always have you to fall back on.
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Poems
PoetryThis year has been a year of dysfunctional relationships, not only with other people, but also myself. This has been a year of inspiration, disappointment , and ultimately, rediscovery. These poems reflect my need to delve into, understand, and ex...
