Black girl, black girl, look in the mirror.
Do you know who that woman is you see?
Study her for a few seconds.
What do you think of her?
Is she to you what she is to others?
Anyone can tell you she’s beautiful,
but it means nothing if your eyes don’t glisten on their own.
Her cheekbones are high and may puff out like that
gorgeous afro she rocks when the weather is nice.
Black girl, black girl, look in the mirror.
Who do you really see?
Plump lips, deep brown eyes, and chocolate skin is what you see.
But who do you see?
She isn’t just any kind of woman.
No, no, no
That’s a strong woman in that mirror.
She has a head on her shoulders filled with positive thoughts.
Such as one day making the world hers and inspiring others.
You’re looking at a woman who is bad.
She knows who she is and she ain’t afraid to be herself.
She’s a woman who moves with clarity and purpose.
She believes that nothing is impossible for her to do.
Is she perfect?
Not at all.
She’s made mistakes but she’s learned from them and became the woman she
stands as today.
Black girl, black girl you’re staring at profound greatness and destiny.
You forgot who you are so I thought
I’d remind you.
This world will never keep a strong
woman like you down.
Look in that mirror and blow a
thousand kisses to the woman that you see.
Everyday won’t be easy.
But you remember who you
are and make this world your Queendom beautiful!!
-Mia J
7/3/2020  

© 2020 Mia J

Let me school you about a girl I know very well
She’s one of the realest
Grew up in the Peach state
She was called a nerd because her nose stayed in a book
She was labeled as white because she talks “proper”
And she listens to other music other than rap
Queen, Def Leppard, and Journey
They called her weird because she stayed to herself
They just couldn’t understand her
Look here,
She’s set to the side
This girl is one puzzle piece who doesn’t fit in
Neither does she try to
She ain’t gotta talk to everyone
Not everybody deserves her time
She reads and writes because her voice needs to be heard
She listens to what she wants to because she can
They cast her out as a missfitt
But she don’t mind
She ain’t got no shame
Her favorite rapper told her the realest people won’t have lots of friends
He told her to keep her head up
That the only one who could judge her was the man up above
He told her it’s her against the world
See, the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
The more she’s herself
The more she’ll be in touch with her roots
The girl has values and morals
She won’t dare settle just for bragging rights
Being a missfitt makes her unique
Being a missfitt makes her ****
Being herself is freeing
Dark skin, stretch marks, plus knowledge beyond her years
I adore this girl
Being myself the “nerd”
See, this is for the ones who ain’t afraid
To show off their natural physique
The ones with piercings and armbands and glasses and tattoos all over
For the ones who are fearlessly themselves
A missfitt is not a ******
Rather a person who is fearlessly themselves
And nothing or no one else but that
11-26-2018
-Mia J

© 2018 Mia J

My sister, my sister what happened to you?
You were so beautiful and unique
Now you’ve warped into a new being
Physically you hate what you see
You want airbags and silicone
It’s your body so do what you please
But when one pops and the other drops
You were beautifully unique
My sister, my sister what happened to your mindset?
You once dreamed of love, now you hate it
You can’t hate something you never truly had
Every man doesn’t cheat
Every man won’t hurt you
My sister, my sister what happened to your self-esteem?
Was it there once?
Did too much media change it?
Were you told that your standards are too high?
Why do you call yourself an animal?
It’s not affectionate
Neither cute
A man can’t call you that
Neither should you or your friends
No matter how it’s said, it’s still disrespectful
My sister, my sister you’re a Queen
Behave like one
12/11/2018
-Mia J

© 2018 Mia J

Black Mare, Black Mare.
Do you know who you are?
The outside is clear to see,
But the inside, you have yet to meet.
Don’t let the mystery puzzle you Black Mare.
Dig deep and accept your power and truly get to know the real you.
The power that lives within is unimaginable.
Many can’t understand the fearlessness that you have,
But you Black Mare, oh you know exactly who you are.
You let the fear of the unknown stop you.
Life is only a chocolate box.
And fear is only an allusion programmed to you.
Black Mare, the world needs you.
Black Mare, don’t you know who you are?
Don’t you know that you were put here to do anything you could imagine?
You were put here to make a change.
To inspire the other Mares around you and behind you.
To let them know that they could be a Queen like you.
Black Mare, Black Mare,
Your blackness represents strength.
Your trot that turned into a strut is power and grace.
Black Mare, you were fashioned to be amazing.
That vision you have of yourself will come to pass.
Accomplish whatever you want.
Step out on faith and make this world yours.
And all you have to do is believe that you are everything you can and will become.
Black Mare, Black Mare you are a stunning sight to see.
Black Mare, Black Mare change your thoughts.
And become that woman that you are destined to be.
Mia J
-5/13/2019  

© 2019 Mia J

Baby, what have you done to me?
I’m about to lose my very sanity over you my darling.
My thoughts are filled with nothing but you.
I think of a future that I want you to initiate.
One where you’re my lover.
You’d make the good days better.
And the bad days are made more bearable by your kind words and peaceful presence.
I’m told I overthink things, but you’re worth every thought my love.
Even when I try not to think of you, I still do.
Whenever you walk towards me, my hands begin to shake.
My heart skips a beat when you look at me.
And when you smile, chills cover my outer being.
You entertain me with conversations about life.
You excite me with you just being you.
I’ve heard that no one is perfect.
But I would argue that you are my love.
That perfect gentleman is you and all you.
My goodness, feels like I’ve known you my whole life.
I crave you in a way that’s not how it sounds.
One ****** move would ruin this sweet thang.
I have a passion for you that won’t be understood by most.
It would be thought of as lust.
No, I need a spiritual connection where I know it’s nothing but raw emotions.
Your arms wrapped around my body letting me know I’m secure.
A soft caress on my cheek would make my dark skin have a small hint of pink.
A soft kiss from your plump lips would set my heart ablaze.
24 hours with you wouldn’t be enough.
Perhaps an extra 1 could be added.
Just to admire the beautiful man that you are.
What have you done to me, my love?
Time decided to bring you into my comfortable life.
She couldn’t have decided on a more perfect setting.
Day by day, I thought of you.
I dreamed of you and thought that soon,
He’ll be my King.
It didn’t need to work out with any of my exes.
And you’re the reason why.
My love for you passes every moon and every star that was created.
See, now and again, I want to let you know that I appreciate you for who you are.
From me to you my love.
From me to you.



-Mia J
8-7-2018

© 2018 Mia J

Why did skin color and race become one and the same?
Countless people have said that there’s only one race;
the human race.
But that’s false.
The color of one’s skin separates them from everyone else.
It’s as if we don’t all breathe oxygen.
Or talk in our own languages.
Or walk here and there and everywhere else.
Or have our own kinds of thoughts.
The only thing that makes us different is our skin color.
Literally,
that’s the only thing.

No one chose their skin color,
so why hate and discriminate based on it?
Speaking for myself,
I love being a black woman.  
I’m left with no other choice.
Everyone wants to keep me low,
but I go high.
Even though this world hates me the most,
I show it that I’m still going to step on its neck each
and every time.

Being a decent human being isn’t difficult.
What satisfaction is derived from being disrespectful to someone’s
who’s different from you?
If you had to wear the shoes of everyone
you blindly hate,
you’d be singing a much friendlier tune.
There’s enough ugliness in this world.
Hatred solves and proves nothing.
This Earth needs some serious cleansing.
And that can only happen by everyone
accepting that we’re all the same as the next person.

-Mia J
2/10/2021

© 2021 Mia J

Friday was payday
Her check was 2,500
She ignored her bills and went shopping
She went to an outlet that sold expensive bags
There were people who looked like her
They shook their heads and kept walking
There were more people who looked like her
They were by the expensive bags with no shame
She went to the expensive bags and grabbed a white and gold one
It would look good with her gel nails
She goes to the checkout line
The girl who looks like her tries to buy a GG
The GG is 1,500 she only has 1,200
Her tiny square declined and she bursts with water and leaves
The girl with 2,500 steps up to buy
The cashier is named Snow
Snow smiles with pity and scans the tag
The girl’s total is 2,450
She hesitates due to her responsibilities
But decides to swipe her tiny square anyway
The screen turns green and snow turns white
She leaves the store happy with her purchase
Later, she gets a knock on her apartment door
Her landlady comes with an outstretched hand
The girl looks to be staring at the dead
She says she has “no money”
Her landlady gives her 2 hours to pack her materials and go
The girl has to live with her mother
And the only problem the mother had was with her own priceless bags
11/29/2017
-Mia J

© 2017 Mia J

Her name is Mia
Some people call her Mimi
I’ve known her for 20 years
She’s beautiful
She has a smile as gorgeous as the sun and golden full moon
Her laugh would make birds chirp even more
She has a big nose
She once hated it
She has an uneven skin tone
Mixed with black and brown
She once hated this
Then there’s her cheekbones
Her voice is low like an alto’s but she’s
an orator
She has natural black hair
that curls and shrinks
She’s 5’0 ft and proud
She’s thick and curvy
She's beautiful
Her name is Mia
Some people call her Mimi

Then there’s me
My name is Ta’Mia
Middle name is Mikki (a)
I’m Mia’s owl
I love her
I might be small on the outside
But on the inside, I’m as tall as I want
Big things do come in small packages
I’m a wonderful woman
Mia will understand her hardships
I tell her to be strong
I help her to walk with a strut
I help her keep her head up
We’re a force to be reckoned with
No, I’m not perfect
Neither is Mia
But we put one foot in front of the other
continuously
And walk to success and greatness

-Mia J
1-28-2019
© 2019 Mia J

Over the years music has played an important role in my life.
When I was upset, I played music to cheer myself up.
When I was happy, music sat by my side and cheered with me.
When I was depressed, music wrapped its cozy arms around me and acted as a close friend.

My shoulder to lean on.
My words when I couldn’t think of anything to say.
The reason why I was strong when everything tried its hardest to make me weak.
The one thing that I will always welcome to soothe me.

The music that graces my ears is as diverse as the colors of a rainbow.
Each one has its own significant meaning
and is a beautiful site to see and feel.
The words of my favorite songs float
from my speakers,
to my ears,
and then to my soul.
I like the songs I like
and I love the songs that I love.

There are many genres of music.
And me being the unique individual that
I am,
I can’t stick to one genre.
if my ears and soul dig a song,
Why can’t I do the same?

The 511 songs on my phone are shuffled.
When I press play, rock music could start the show.
Queen, Fleetwood Mac, Aerosmith, The Eagles, or the Police, or Jimi Hendrix.
If I fast forward to the next song, rap might take the stage.
Tupac, Ice Cube, 3 6 Mafia, Bone Thugs N Harmony, Ludacris, TI, Lil Wayne, Drake, J.Cole.
Pop songs could pop out next.
Michael Jackson, The Weeknd, Sam Smith, Ariana Grande, Lizzo, Doja Cat, Lady Gaga.
R&B would want to follow.
New Edition, Adina Howard, Brandy, Erykah Badu, Aaliyah, TLC, Fantasia, Beyonce, Keyshia Cole, Amerie, Ashanti, Usher.
BTS, Blackpink, or Jay Park might conclude or continue the show.
As they always do.

Each song I jam to is distinctive.
I feel as though no one song is the same as the next.

My phone is the time capsule that contains the treasures to my ears.
I may start in the 1970s and travel to the 2000s.
Or I may start in the 2010s and go back to the 1990s.
Whichever song decides to play first, I will always listen to it like it’s my first time.

Mia J
3-14-2021

© 2021 Mia J

Her tears first started after she bit an apple.
The instructions were to not eat from the Tree of Knowledge.
She was deceived by a lurker in the grass and flipped the Earth on its head.
As she left the beautiful green garden, her tears sunk into the grasses giving it and everything else life.
Her tears poured out like a tsunami when her son murdered his brother over envy.
Her ears and eyes cried when she heard the screams of her daughters bearing new life.
No one cared about her tears as she was forced away from her home.
Nobody protected her from hands that didn’t belong near her body.
She and her sisters flooded the oceans and seas with salty tears from their swelled-up eyes.
She was never silent with her crying, but no one ever heard her.
Her body as well as those of her children were consciously buried at sea to avoid the atrocities that awaited them in the New World.
Her disobedience caused mankind to fall, but her children were innocent.
Initially.
But has she not cried enough?
Are her tears not an acceptable display of how sorry she is?
The Earth continues to be fertilized by her tears and she’ll never stop giving it life.
Her sons and daughters hate each other and are hated by individuals who are just like them.
She and her sisters left enough tears at their children’s graves to bring them back to life.
Her tears are scattered all over this Earth and yet she’s still crying for all of her children.
Won’t they just learn from their mother’s mistake so they won’t inherit her heavy heart and swollen eyes?

-Mia J
10-21-2020

© 2020 Mia J

Been single for about two years
It ***** at times but I don’t hate it
Though I’ve had some potential suitors
None have gone any further than it should
Here’s my latest
I felt feelings
That I didn’t want to confess
I felt comfortable
In a way that felt reciprocated at times
He was cute
Chocolaty just like I like my men
But I hesitated
See I wanted him
But to him
I was only his friend
Nothing more, nothing less
In my mind, we were in a relationship
I missed the part where this wasn’t reality
I call other women delusional for such a thing
But who am I?
No better than the rest
Certainly not better than the next
I claim my potential must have this and that
But I ignore one thing to keep everything
That I assumed was there
No blame to this guy
He did no wrong
I did too much
I overthink a lot but I wasn’t wrong with this one
Here’s the truth
I knew all along
I knew for a fact that we weren’t a match
That what I wanted
He didn’t have
My mind may go into overdrive
But with this, she wasn’t wrong
I tucked the truth in the back of the bus
And drove to do to what was a lie
I knew we were only friends
My heart wanted him but nature wouldn’t let it happen
I’m woman enough to admit my wrong
Him not saying anything was everything I needed to hear
No dates
No phone calls
No not even a suggestion or a move
Here’s the truth
I won’t fight myself for this
I’ll pull back and remain
My heart won’t hurt anymore
I will move on and continue to learn
I’ll be just fine
I’m only human after all
Here’s the deep truth
I don’t chase after a man
No more will I think and blindly act like a title
That’s not exclusive
I’ll speak the man I want into existence
Though it may be hard and even upsetting at times
I’ll wait for that right man
Who puts in effort and does the best he can
To show me his interest
Who has what I want and need
He’ll be the man I dreamed of
Here’s the truth
I thank you to the potentials
You showed me what I didn’t need in my life
You helped me to remove the blinders
To see that I deserve better
I thank you and have nothing but love for you
That’s the truth

© 2019 Mia J

Forget about what they say for one second.
And hear what I’m saying.
I don’t care what society says about you,
I love you.
You are not dangerous.
You are my sisters and my protectors.
You’re no threat to society.
But you are a threat to my heart.
There’s just something about y’all that I can’t put my finger on.
I love you, my brothers.
No, you are not a ****.
You are a man of character and integrity.
You are a scholar and very determined.
You’re the doctors that heal our wounds.
You’re the teachers that give us more knowledge about ourselves.
You’re the soldiers that fight for your Queens, Princes, and Princesses.
You’re everything that you could and will be.
You were made as royal Kings.
Outspoken are you all.
Strong in every way I could imagine.
I love the tight afros y’all rock.
Your low cut with your tapeline makes you yummy.
Those dreads on you don’t stand a chance against our hands.
And please don’t get me started with y’all wearing braids.
Please stop following up with this backward society my brothers.
You can be anything you put your mind to.
Keep your head held high and make us and you proud.
Know that I as your sister as well as your Queen loves you.
We all appreciate and admire you all.
And don’t you think you’re anything less than a handsome, melanated King.

© 2018 Mia J

I wasn’t given the spirit of fear
I was given love, power, and a sound mind
But what about my peace?
Day by day I live and face the unknown
I wasn’t born weak
But sometimes the negativity and the savagery hurts
Sometimes I want to ask my Father up above why
Not on noe “woe is me” kind of thing
Why do people who don’t even know hate me
But I’m only truly loved by a small handful
Why must I exist in a world that’s ugly
But I’m supposed to somehow make it beautiful
I wasn’t given the spirit of fear
I was given love, power, and a sound mind
But what about my peace?
Here’s the thing, I refuse to be weak
I come from a line of fighters and warriors
This world is dark
But I am apart of the light that will help it shine
I was given love, power, and a sound mind
My love comes from God
My power comes from God
Most importantly, my peace comes from God

© 2018 Mia J

You’ll have to forgive me

I didn’t see the writing on the wall

You’ll have to forgive me

There were no words to say to ease the pain

You’ll have to forgive me

I saw the left road, while you saw the right

You’ll have to forgive me

These things don’t happen often

You’ll have to forgive me

If I did wrong but I don’t know what that could be

You’ll have to forgive me

I’m not trying to be insensitive

You’ll have to forgive me

I stepped on your white rose
You don’t have the same experiences as me
And it’s not fair
I lost you
And it isn’t fair
I guess I understand what you said when you said it

You’ll have to forgive me

I stepped on your white rose, unknowingly
I thought we were pals
But feelings came that you can’t explain

You’ll have to forgive me
You’re hurt but so am I
I thought we were pals
But things will never be the same
I didn’t know what to say when you told me your feelings
I didn’t think things would end how they did
But I suppose it’s just this thing we call life

I know things won’t be the same
I think that’s what really bad about it all

You’ll have to forgive me
But I suppose it’s just this thing we happen to call life

You’ll have to forgive me
But I hope you never forget me

Listen,
I don’t know who you are
But apparently, I know you somehow
You were in my dreams
But I could never see your face
A mystery I hope gets solved soon
I wanna meet you already
But it may not be our time
Do you know how much I have dealt with?
Sour apples
That almost ruined my hopes
False actions and lies
That became irritating later than sooner
The painful truth,
Left unspoken but heard loudly
Do you realize what is happening?

But I haven’t lost my hope, yet
Somehow
I see you in my dreams
Never fully, just partially
I wish I knew your name at least
You may be dealing with the same
The foolishness and pettiness
Made up faces,
Things that are plastic
One day of interest and the next
No one knows you
And you may be questioning about me too
I want to tell you I’m almost there
But are you?
I feel I'm close to meeting you
But nature has her way of tricks
I thought I learned enough this last year
But life has opened my eyes
Actions speak louder than words
Looks are only that
It’s nothing wrong with sticking to my standards

You know,
Love is patient
Real love has no rush
Love has no way of explanation
It has a feeling that when it hits
It can only be real
I don’t think you’ll be like the rest
The thing that I want
Has to be more real than my ***** hair
You’ll be the one I’ve been praying and waiting for

I hope you know how to make me smile
Smiles look better than frowning
I’m optimistic
And don’t like being upset,
All the time
I hope you are a man of true character
Not a counterfeit
A man who has a great relationship with God
You know who you are
And ain’t afraid to be yourself
Waiting for me won’t be a problem for you
I want us to express our feelings and love
Without becoming too physical
Such a gift shouldn’t be shared with everyone
I need you to be loyal
I’m not dealing with anything less ***
I want you to love me as the woman I am
I’m not perfect,
Just like you, I have flaws
I’ll accept yours if you accept mine
I want us to have fun together
Laugh together, have conversations
That have meaning
I want you to court me
I don’t want to do it anymore
That way, I know you truly want me
I want you to be my best friend
We both have our best interest in mine
I want us to grow and bloom
Like flowers
I’ll build with you, but only if you have a foundation
I know you won’t be perfect
I don’t want a work-in-progress
I need a finished product
Time will bring our patient hearts together
I won’t give up on love
I pray you won’t either, darling
Don’t be fooled by the counterfeits
Real love still exists

Let’s start with the obvious

-We did not choose each other as family members.
-As close as everyone should be, we are not because of petty problems and other trivial things that shouldn’t matter.
-The ones who say we should be close are the main ones causing unnecessary division.
-We cry together more than we ever laughed together.

Let’s move to the facts

-Life is short.
-That anger you are holding against whoever is something you’ll have to one day answer for.
-A relationship should not be one-sided. If they reach out to you, it does not hurt to return the favor.
-You can feel how you feel about a situation, but you do not need to get in the middle of it.

Let’s move to the hard truth

-Family reunions happen at funerals.
-A family get-together is not a wrestling match neither a reality show with cameras.
-Everyone needs to let old hurt go and break generational curses.
-The word family had meaning to it, but now it is merely a loose term.
-Blood was thicker than water, but it dries up quicker than a small rain puddle.

And we were supposed to be all we had.
Do better.

#OWL'******br>

Though my smile is as illuminating as the morning sun,
it grows dim in the night hours.

Even though my lips are full,
they fall flat a lot.

My body is curvy and a nice sight to see,
but there are some days I hate it

Though I wish my skin were lighter,
I love my two tonedness

I know that the realest people don't have lots of friends,
but I wish I had at least one more

See, I'm that girl who knows there's more like her
The girls who acknowledge their imperfections
But still love their flaws
They keep their heads up and make the world their own
The ones who are determined to be the greatest
The ones who never fully fit in
Their smiles go dark but they don't let it stay dim forever
The strong women who look the world in the face
And say, "You ain't ready for me baby"
The big and kindhearted girls who will love you but will know when it's not worth it anymore
The ones who dare to believe that they can do anything they put their minds to
The missfits who were cast aside
But walked back in center with her hands on her hips and kept going forward

Life is something else on its own
But I do my best to make it a better day for myself
I can't stop smiling
I can't stop laughing
I can't stop putting in 100 percent every day
I gotta keep moving
If I ever stop, I'm halting my own progress
And I'd rather not make that my own reality
#OWL'******br>

The mind says,
"No!"
The heart says,
"Go!"

Which one is right to follow?

#OWL'******br>

Take me back to the times when I didn’t know what I know now.
Take me back to the days where I didn’t know that I existed in a cruel world.
Take me back to where the only faces I naturally smiled at were the people
who truly loved me.
Take me back to the days when my Queen-sized bed was a white crib
and slept for as long as I wanted.
My parents did everything for me while I just smiled and giggled.
Take me back to the times when my car was a stroller and the gas that
kept it going was my parent’s arms.
Take me back to the time when having fun meant riding my bike or scooter
around the park.
Take me back to the days when the only things worth chasing were bubbles
before they got away.
Take me back to the times where the only games I was used to was Dragon Ball Z or Tekken
or Mortal Kombat.
Or games on the websites of Cartoon Network, Disney Channel, or Nickelodeon.
Take me back to the days when the only words to describe boys were annoying or cute.
Take me back to the days when the only friends I knew I had was my teddy bear
or my blanket.
Take me back to the days when the only color I was concerned about was the my favorite one.
Take me back to the days when my devices of entertainment were dolls, toy cars, and
an easy bake oven.
Take me back to the days when the only puzzle pieces to put together were ones my
parents purchased for me.
Take me back to the days where my thoughts were what was for dinner or what I was
going to wear the next day.
Take me back to the days of nap time.
Take me back to the days where the only stories I enjoyed hearing were from Dr. Suess or Eric Carle.

I know I couldn’t wait to grow up.
But I’d give anything for one day of the simplicity I wasn’t thankful enough for.
#OWL'S WORLD
#OWL'******br>

Oh I wish I had the wings of a butterfly!
I’d fly far, far away
and land to the prettiest flower.
I’d indulge in its peaceful beauty and sweet nectar.
I left my cocoon long ago and the present is all mine to explore.
I grew and grew for many days until my shell was no longer suitable.
Now it’s my time to be who I am.
You see,
I come with many colors.
My bright ones add light to the atmosphere.
My darker ones send coded messages to those who dare to listen.

For I am one with nature but I lack the ability of flight.
Such an ability would help me flutter more in my true self.
The weather was warm with open arms when I left my shell.
Oh I wish I could fly with the other butterflies!
But perhaps it’s better if I’m solo for some time.
I may not be as fast as them and I wouldn’t want to slow them down.

The ladybug and the shining sun will bring me proof.
Should I ever have butterfly wings,
The smiliest and prettiest flower would be my first destination.
#OWL'******br>

When baby girl first bloomed, her hair was slicked down on all sides of her little head.

No products were used on her hair quite yet and she was as naturally beautiful as the brightest flower in the garden.

Her hair was as delicate as her baby skin but that didn’t stop it from becoming a nest of smooth curls.

She was a happy and vibrant baby but her hair grew at a fast rate.

Her mother often used a small brush to make her baby’s curls look “neater” as if baby girl cared.

A pink, yellow, or red bow would be placed in the middle of her soft little fro to give her a shiny little glow.

Then baby girl got older and the smoothness turned into coarseness.

Some described it as spongy.

Her mother would use a kid’s hair lotion to give it more moisturization.

However, baby girl’s hair required more than regular hair lotion could give.

Baby girl still bloomed in radiance and beauty.

Her natural hair wouldn’t be a real problem to her until years later.

Her mother could no longer deal with the broken combs, screams of her daughter, neither the losses of money in a lump sum.

Her mother decided to relax her baby girl’s curls.

Baby girl knew her scalp tingled and burned for her natural hair to be “tamed.”

Though baby girl wasn’t as young anymore, she noticed some changes in her hair.

Her fingers could go through it without getting stuck.

Her hair was shiny as a piece of gold and bounced when she moved her head.

But now, baby girl knows.

She knows her hair may be bone straight but it’s missing something.

To some, it’s just hair but to her, it’s her sense of expression.

Others like her rock their fros with pride while her relaxed tresses no longer appeal to her.

It never did as she was oblivious to her mother’s logic.

She went full circle when she returned to her “***** roots” and she couldn’t be any happier.

Now baby girl has bloomed into a woman with her nest of ***** and coil like curls.

Her curly fro was something like the beautiful flower that resembled the sun.

A beautiful brown centerpiece as the center and her curls as the petals that surrounded her.

Her tresses were as perfect as they could be and it will never matter who chooses not to agree.


#OWL'S WORLD

The sun shines
And the flowers bloom
They’re so beautiful and different
In their own way
I go and pick a yellow
Compared to the rest, it’s rooted quite a bit
It’s tall and long
I sit on the ground and study it
It petals look like the rays of the sun
I brush across the surface
Yellow is shy
Yellow is meek
The sun shines harder
Yellow may be beautiful but
Its petals begin to shrivel
The sun shines harder
A bee hums near me
I drop yellow and move to the next
The next flower is green and vibrant
I pick this one with care
I study it
This one is long and tall
Not quite like yellow
Green is soft like cotton
Green has a natural, sweet smell
Green is secure in my hands
But the sun shined after a little while
Green dropped but I didn’t
Notice at first
I took my time and saw
That greens petals were all
Over the ground before me
The wind whistled
Blowing the green petals
Far from me
I wanted to grab one to feel that softness
After awhile, I moved back to yellow
I shed a tear hoping it changed
To go back to the beauty it was
Soon I let yellow go
There’s another flower across the field
It’s red and has many petals
Everything I want
But I’m not ready for such beauty

#OWL'S WORLD