Hairspray

We arrived, it was 7 a.m. Then I was just a small girl I still don't know why it made her angry I will never know why She bashed my head into the sink After undoing my braids My head was flooded into icy cold water My body heated up with hatred and fear The visuals of her yanking and scrubbing Remembering that nobody stood up for me My cousins and sister They watched tv in the other room I was stripped naked, she was screaming I was thrown into the shower Still nobody stood up for me And I always wondered Why my mom put it in my hair, did she forget How much my grandma hated hair spray? Late that night I should never have told my mother From then on Every day I was only fed Chocolate donuts or fruit cocktail My stomach still churns at the sight of either Never will know why she did those things to me She didn't do them to anyone else I resented all of the the days that I was stuck with nowhere else to go My mother couldn't afford a babysitter And off I would go, sent to her regardless The irony is, I still wear hairspray I love it, and not just because she hated it I understand now What I couldn't comprehend then Hairspray doesn't destruct Or tear people apart It is made to keep something in place Unlike her it offers stability I may never Eat certain foods again And I may still cringe at times When I see a certain knob on a sink But when I feel like it, I do have One thing I do that makes me smile I will stand infront of a mirror Braiding my long tresses I smile and spray Hairspray