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.
Copyright © Jasmine Koria | Year Posted 2018
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