Silk

For all the girls who dream of 'good hair"

Arthritis ate at her joints

She forces her fingers to dance

Dry bush becomes soft twists

Mama mama look

Her arms forged through the fire

Only three to go

Perfumed in lavender and black castor oil

Mama mama look

Combs strewn around her like an operating room

Clumps fall like blood

Finally, she’s done

Mama mama look

She wraps silk around her head

Ties it tight to go to bed

Tomorrow she’ll do it again

Mama looking for good hair

image byLeighann Blackwood