the day before i cut my hair i thought no one would ever love me again.
i thought no one would ever look at me again
the way the sun does
and thought eyes would only see me through
fear or disgust
happy nappy locks
locked me up in stereotypical
chains i never asked for.
it’s hard enough being in this body but
the body is not an apology
or a question mark.
i do not have to bend
just because others want me to break
i do not have to cover my scars
because the sight of them would make people
led me to realize
i can’t give to someone else
what i can’t give to myself.
i was waiting for somebody else’s love to prove
to prove that
i exist and am more than
i washed my new old hair with cold
water and roses
to find that
freedom is mine
this body is mine
what white folks said did not deserve to grow.
listen to how ur hair is telling u to grow
and keep growing.
to take care of our whole selves means
to love who we were, who we are, and will be
until we feel free