I massage the black seed oil into my hair
love the way it reminds me of my mother's fragrant laugh
And the way her soft hands stretch the dough
And she sprinkles kalonji onto it where the melting butter
welcomes the seeds with open arms
I braid this ocean breeze into my itching scalp
Thinking of how she would sit me down
And run her fingers through my knotted hair
After I played outside without a care
And I would shriek in pain with every pull,
desperate to leave her grasp
But she would pour the mustard seed oil onto her palms
And I would be transported into her tough love
Now I think about those moments,
And the pain feels like distant menthol induced haziness
Instead, all I feel is my back against her warmth
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Kalonji - Black Seed/Onion Seed
Jun 4, 2022
Jun 4, 2022 at 5:55 PM UTC
I massage the black seed oil into my hair
love the way it reminds me of my mother's fragrant laugh
And the way her soft hands stretch the dough
And she sprinkles kalonji onto it where the melting butter
welcomes the seeds with open arms
I braid this ocean breeze into my itching scalp
Thinking of how she would sit me down
And run her fingers through my knotted hair
After I played outside without a care
And I would shriek in pain with every pull,
desperate to leave her grasp
But she would pour the mustard seed oil onto her palms
And I would be transported into her tough love
Now I think about those moments,
And the pain feels like distant menthol induced haziness
Instead, all I feel is my back against her warmth
—————————————————————
Kalonji - Black Seed/Onion Seed