Nappy
You, yes you
The coils sprouting from my scalp,
Looking all nappy. But your nappy is good to me.
Of course it’s only your tendency to let me know how much you are a part of me
Because you grow and you’re as fertile as a flower bed
Blossoming into a jungle of care free strands of protein
You are, constantly reminding me of your beauty when rain embraces you
You become wet, but then you relax and soak in the moisture—like the thirsty roots of a tree
And when I sleep, you kiss my forehead and my cheek; embracing my neck with your coarseness
Reminding me of how strong you are, even when my tears sometimes soak you and the pillow both.
My mane…
I love you.
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