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| Our home in full bloom. Photo credit: A |
I gave myself permission
some call it freedom
to let my curls be curls
not tied up, not straightened out
they are a start
to my writing and loving
I let them loose
now I can rein in my tongue
I let them loose
now I can write
my rage flows through my hair
instead of being suppressed
built up only to burst into flames
that hurt everyone and me
now my hair is angry
but my tongue is full of love
now my hair is angry
but my fingers and heart let go
I think before I speak
I love with more kindness
I, me, myself, I now celebrate
my curls have let me think and calibrate.
