My Hair

My Hair

Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

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Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

Summary

This poem is about me freeing myself from the inner hatred that I had for myself! I just now started to love who I am! Though at times I do feel out of control, I still always remind myself that this is for me and not everyone else! I use to be afraid to say certain things in fear of what people would think of me. I use to think that my natural hair was the ugly side of me so I had to hide it! Though I must admit I do need to tame some of my ways and what I say and do, I truly feel that I am in a good place with myself! I really hope you guys can see my passion in my work because this is truly me! Not a cover up not anything else but my feelings, my experiences, my deepest thoughts. Yes I'm still finding new things about who I am and what I have become and really hope that this inspires you to tap into your true inner self! Enjoy! :)

Summary

This poem is about me freeing myself from the inner hatred that I had for myself! I just now started to love who I am! Though at times I do feel out of control, I still always remind myself that this is for me and not everyone else! I use to be afraid to say certain things in fear of what people would think of me. I use to think that my natural hair was the ugly side of me so I had to hide it! Though I must admit I do need to tame some of my ways and what I say and do, I truly feel that I am in a good place with myself! I really hope you guys can see my passion in my work because this is truly me! Not a cover up not anything else but my feelings, my experiences, my deepest thoughts. Yes I'm still finding new things about who I am and what I have become and really hope that this inspires you to tap into your true inner self! Enjoy! :)

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Submitted: April 29, 2014

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Submitted: April 29, 2014

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Has been entangled in confusion,
Misunderstood in many places as being unprofessional.
No matter how neatly I put it together,
it would never be apart of the dress code.
It's not long enough,
not straight enough and it seems to be thought of as unruly as my skin,
Don't misunderstand me I am not a mad black woman,
just a misunderstood one.
My hair has gone through so many changes,
from chemical processes to bleaches and dyes.
My hair has struggled like my worn dark skin.
The world is changing but my hair will not conform.
I became tired of poisoning my body,
so that I could fit into a society that wants to change and alter my perceptions.
Making me hate my hair, wanting to change it, destroy it.
My hair was never meant to be straight and lighter,
my hair was never meant to be hidden underneath to cover who I really am.
I stand here looking at myself in the mirror wondering
how I could let myself get so programmed.
And I grabbed those scissor to free myself of this physical jail cell
that I voluntarily placed myself.
As I cut each strand, I begin to feel a rush of emotions.
Tears filled my eyes because I was afraid to see what was covered.
My hair was straight, silky and draped right to the middle of my back.
When I was done, I had nothing but a half an inch, of thick, dark, black, coils.
I felt naked but, free at the same time.
My hair emerged it's own unique personality,
It's like a crown that I finesse, my wild nappy tress.
Watch it yield to my image, expanding confidence and the end of my finish.
The embodiment of my daily struggles,
The world could never understand,each nappy strand.
And I become reminiscent of all the changes of my filaments,
and all of the antiquities that it has.
My follicles are now lifted and my locks intertwine and wind to be gifted to me.
They grow freely and untamed, uncontrolled like my spirit.
I love my hair, because now I'm in love with me!


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