HAIR

There's history in my hair please don't touch, handle with care.

It's the same as this perfect pigment,

this melanin I wear

Richly rooted in my blood

Whether dark or fair

Sun kissed and kinked in bliss

More love for my 'rough n tough Afro puff'

She shines like the Sahara sun

She smells like the salt of the Gold coast sea.

Theres a hint of the bittersweet seed of the cocoa tree.

Feels like the pillow that holds all your dreams with the dry Harmattan wind brushing against your cheek

She'll whisper secrets of the motherland.... If you get close enough

She holds like Mina

Curls with pride

Falls with grace and integrity.

Stubborn like the struggle of the ones before me.

Gravity defying masterpiece that's just a single piece of me, a reminder of my ancestry.

It's my glory, my covering

Don't take it lightly, don't misunderstand, I'm a work of art so please peep but just don't touch.