Sunday, April 30, 2017

Untitled Poem #31817


There is nothing remarkable about my hair
it is straight and limp and dark brown
heavy
except
it
stands as a symbol you see
it
stuck to my head
glossy strands of "goodness"
flowing toward the earth
brown
it
reveals I am my father’s daughter
I am from him
no hardship in that hair
no
I have my mother’s hair too
easy
uncursed
untangled
unburdened
no history
just heavy
with its freedom
how lucky
lucky
we are so lucky
my mother and me
look at us swing our hair in the wind
belonging no where
lucky
to be outsiders
no hardship
not with this hair
dark skin
straight hair
that’s right
you see it
broad nose, big lips
straight hair dark brown heavy
we don’t belong to race
not a real black
not a real white
not with that hair
so lucky
lucky
not to belong
unwanted
don’t take sides
we don’t belong
don’t choose sides
we are lucky
so lucky
outside
in-between
nowhere

*written by H. Lloréns