Jasmine Koria Poet Sonnet

Naps In Your Nice Hair

My hair fills the circumference of itself
And takes up space with little help
It goes the only way it knows
In tightly bound cornrows 

In church the preacher talks about my hair
To entertain everyone there
Saying 'comb out your unchristian naps!'
Someone says 'Amen' and claps

I cannot change the cross-heavy volume
But no one hears over the organ's tune
I turn the locks into a twist
Can't wear my church hat with hair like this

My hair fills the circumference of my life
Till there is space for nothing else about me.

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Gabrielle Jordan August 11, 2018 at 5:51 AM Jasmine, I smiled when I read this. So natural and honest...just like your hair! At the end, we can only satisfy ourselves:) Really nice read! Jasmine Koria August 11, 2018 at 6:21 AM Thank you Gabrielle!

Harry Horsman July 30, 2018 at 3:21 PM Love your sonnet and your subject matter. Harry Jasmine Koria July 30, 2018 at 10:07 PM Thanks Harry!

Lawrence Sharp July 29, 2018 at 11:56 PM Excellent imagery, all very easy to visualise. It makes me think of my sister, her hair has always been very thick, very curly and very beautiful. And for many years I wore my hair long, much to the dismay of my very conservative mother. Enjoy that hair, it should be appreciated as your crowning glory. Jasmine Koria July 30, 2018 at 10:07 PM Thank you Lawrence! :) your empathy is much appreciated.