Crown of His Glory
Put your fingers in it
Roll around on the tips
Of follicles that surmount
Tens and thousands
Of naysayers
Haters and anybody else who stands around
See these strands stand proud
To strong to fall down
To thick to be horizontal
So they continue to heaven bound
With kinks, curls, and waves
Fulfilling the destiny of my crown
See … I took a journey
Back to a Me that I didn’t remember and somehow just met
A Me that thinks twice before words that she’ll later regret
A Me that takes seriously the ingredients
In the sentiment
Of my self imagined presence
As I grow purposefully into
A new creature that
Values her self presently
But prepares seriously for her future
And loving Me in all of my unique beauty
Inadequacies
Mysteries
And masterpieces
Fearfully made,
Yes I am a masterpiece
Sculpted from the Master’s pieces
The resolution to the thesis
The answer to the question
I’m the kindly offered suggestion
The spicy food that’s too hot that gives you indigestion
I’m that itch in your back
That you can’t seem to scratch
I’m the teleological map back to the origin of the path
I’m that girl
That silence in your room at night that fills your thoughts
I am the haves, the will-haves, the won’t haves, and have-nots
I am the epiphany, the trilogy
The notes to the symphony,
The pieces to the puzzles,
The reflection of the trinity,
Inheritance of plenty; I didn’t come into money.
But wisdom, patience, confidence and serenity
Growing from my roots as if a part of my testimony
So I am too real to be captured by what you think you see
This is my story.
See I took a journey
Back to a new Me
And I’m lovin’ these kinks
Because they changed my consciousness of myself
And every thought that I think
So for those of you who still think its “just hair”
Go back to line one. Rinse and Repeat.
