The wind doesn’t blow through their hair like it does the others.
It meanders through the curls of our melanated mothers.
It carries heavy accents infused with both love and suffering
over badly connected telephone lines
and the language barriers of anglocentric confines.
It navigates their thick 4c forests
as do the rigid combs they brandish to govern expanding crowns
that sit above scalps which resemble
the most polished oak.
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 5:18 PM UTC
The wind doesn’t blow through their hair like it does the others.
It meanders through the curls of our melanated mothers.
It carries heavy accents infused with both love and suffering
over badly connected telephone lines
and the language barriers of anglocentric confines.
It navigates their thick 4c forests
as do the rigid combs they brandish to govern expanding crowns
that sit above scalps which resemble
the most polished oak.