her hair is loud
it is wild and proud
it is roaring
you can hear it echo as the ripples in it unfurl
dancing.
liberated.
unchained.

the kinks in her hair give me reassurance that god
makes no mistakes
he took the time to coil
every strand about His. fingers
working diligently  

her beauty is indefinite
where people see matted and *****
we see a maze of stands entwined and untamed

*-you're free, janie