Halo

Can I touch it? How do you manage it?

Isn’t it stressful? Do you comb it?

Shouldn’t you straighten it?

I’m trampled by strange questions and stranger stares

Wild and knotty

Unruly and nappy

Unyielding, untidy

Guilty as charged

So you fought me

For years, treated me like a burden

Something to be rid of

Something to be ashamed of

But I am you and you are me

And nursed with words of admiration and affirmation

Your confidence like a giant

Crushed poisonous opinions underfoot

Now, we hot-step

Halo on head

Ready to conquer a new day

Coiffed, natty and kinky

Originally published by aKoma

Thumbnail photo: Hamed Adedeji

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