I love the way the wind blows through my hair
Sending the curls in every possible direction
Like wild tendrils reaching for the sky,
Dancing to nature’s whispered melody.
I love the way the sun illuminates
My honey colored-highlights
Beautifully casting rays of sunshine
I love the way the heat radiates
Against my shiny casted hair
Sparking a beautiful glow
Like embers catching light at dusk.
I love the way
My hair emanates with the sweet smell of coconut
every strand carefully coiled to perfection
Like nature’s own ringlets kissed by the tropics.
I love the sound of the my curls when they crunch
whispers secrets to the breeze,
A soft rustle, like leaves in early spring.
I love the way
My hair curls like the roots of trees under rich soil
Twisting and yearning
Deeply Grounded yet reaching for the warm sun
I love the way
My hair springs with excitement with every crunch
A chorus of soft snaps,
Like autumn leaves beneath gentle footsteps.
I love the way my friends compliment my hair
Vying for its attention
Their fingers weaving through curls,
Like kids chasing their dreams
I love my hair,
And I'm so glad,
Because there was a time when
I would straighten it till my eyes burned,
Because I hated how each curl defied control,
How my roots spoke a language I hadn’t learned to love.
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