5 short poems about hair


I made my hair straight.
I used a hot comb on it.
Now it’s soft like cotton.


Don’t mind my natural
big hair all matted and stuff.
I can get cute quick.
Chile don’t go get it twisted.
My straight hair be so pretty.


I like it better.
Like in those older pictures.
Your hair with a perm.


Your generation.
Is in some type of faze.
and you think its cute.
Walking around like you proud.
Just young, black, and loud.


Yes, my hair is wild.
I want you to look deeper.
Move past the hairstyle.
I’ll force you to see
the beauty pour from my eyes.

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