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Locks
By Sharon L. Goodman
Some people stop, stand back and stare
since I decided to let Mother nature
style my hair
With her magnificent and powerful hand
she styled it in tune with the Motherland
Natural, nappy knots, dripping down long
Like mighty Kings and Queens,
majestic and strong
No more running from the rain,
drops flow free
Why even ancient winds don’t faze me
I jump into the shower, lather, rinse then
shake my head
Like towering, magical mountains
Still locked dread
No more burning lye or slick slippery gel
No more smoking hot comb with that
burnt ear yell
No more hard pink rollers or do-rags soaked
in grease
No more electric curlers, my hair
has found peace
Some people stop, stand back, and stare
since I decided to let Mother Nature
style my hair
I wear my locks proud, natural, and free
the sign of a power people
My locks are me….
Butterfly Queen says "I love this poem"
Some people stop, stand back and stare
since I decided to let Mother nature
style my hair
With her magnificent and powerful hand
she styled it in tune with the Motherland
Natural, nappy knots, dripping down long
Like mighty Kings and Queens,
majestic and strong
No more running from the rain,
drops flow free
Why even ancient winds don’t faze me
I jump into the shower, lather, rinse then
shake my head
Like towering, magical mountains
Still locked dread
No more burning lye or slick slippery gel
No more smoking hot comb with that
burnt ear yell
No more hard pink rollers or do-rags soaked
in grease
No more electric curlers, my hair
has found peace
Some people stop, stand back, and stare
since I decided to let Mother Nature
style my hair
I wear my locks proud, natural, and free
the sign of a power people
My locks are me….
Butterfly Queen says "I love this poem"
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