Day: June 15, 2024

one-lined poem 3 parts

the time came to freshen up my locs, and
I am blessed by hands that wash and
weave magic into my hair.

Ájá’s growth momentarily stunts my beliefs–she is
captivating me at every turn; it’s hard to
digest she was born in December of 2022.

hair care is important to me–to my journey, and I
welcome every strand that twists, coils, and binds
to my head; together, we’re flourishing.