Kinky Hair | A Poem

By: Natalie Rodriguez


Growing up I was taught
That the hair on my head,
The one I was born with,
The pattern designed to fit my scalp
Was Not “OK”
Too many “Kinks,”
Too tight of a Curl,
Too much “Work.”
Under the pressure of 450 degrees
I curled and pressed away my issue
Crimped away past
And donated thirteen dollars every month
To my cause.
Morphing my texture
To fit their opinions,
Sculpting my strands
To fit the “cast”
Of others,
Modifying from Roots to Tips
The “Appropriate” Structure
As each coil withered away
Hand in hand with every stroke
Of that brush,
That wand,
That iron,
I was reminded
Of who I was
And,
Of everything I was Not.
My hair is
My Crown,
My Art,
MINE.
And that is “OK”


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