Straight Hair Poems

I can still feel your lips on mine,
And your fingers tangled in my hair.
I still smell your sweet perfume—
It lingers softly in the air.

It’s as...

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born with  hair slightly wavy as
summer sea's crest, Mom would
treat it as her morning decor ritual---
ponytailed, pinned at the crown with 
zigzag of ribbons,...

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If my hair could talk to God above miraculously 
It would express praises and thanks to Him joyfully
For His grace, mercy and love shown constantly
Flowing...

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—Blackout.
                        ...

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As a teenager, I was so lean and lanky.
My mother worried over my physical stature.
She believed that all the nutrients in my diet,
were rapaciously devoured...

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There’s a nadir of personal despair -
In feminine terms it’s - No hair, no flair! 

My hairy genes caused me lifelong distress,
I longed for a...

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Today, my hair is jazz—
wild coils improvising in the wind,
syncopated with no apology.
It scats when I walk,
riffs when I laugh,
and plays the truth off-key
because it...

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My hair grows much faster than most
You can ask my friends, teachers or ghost
If it is in a mohawk by breakfast it is at my...

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Don't make a difference, gender/sex
Strands of different textures
Styles so profound with variety
Stiff, sticky, tacky, wet, or dry
Products keep it tamed for styles
Wavy, curly, straight, stringy...

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Growing my hair down below my knees...

stimulated courtesy follicles,
where Coconut, Olive, Grapeseed,
Jojoba, Amla and Vitamin E oils
allowed, enabled,
and provided head start
germinating peach fuzz into brown...

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I stare at the nostalgic art
It is straight out of the fifties
When women were dying thei hair
Turquois to match their turquoise car and luggage
Or pink...

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Looking at the stars, I think about you… 
Remembering ur charms, that made me feel ululu.. 

Your those brownish tangled hair… 
Whom I always want...

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Author Dana Redricks
May 9, 2023

Our hair, so beautiful and unique, a treasure to cherish, it's yours to keep.
Black and gray, it shines and glimmers, its...

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I would just like to say
that it is my impression
that longer hair
and other flamboyant affectations
are male dominant immersions
from sadly dull camouflage
into the birthright
and left
of his...

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Still water and a black dog tasting flesh in her mouth 
On a bridge as thin and fragile as a strand of hair 
Passing over...

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