8 Months and Counting
A free verse poem
From the beginning, I've been happy about
the choice I made to loc my hair, and I still am.
The journey is an interesting one,
and I am learning more about
myself and my hair with each passing day.
The beauty of going natural is
watching various changes with the roots
of my head and the blooming of my hair itself;
it's a wonder to witness.
How can something typically seen
as dead be so alive?
As my cousin interlocked my hair and
found difficult locs with which to fight,
I smiled recognizing not only am I stubborn,
but my hair is, too.
4 hours and 35 minutes later, I walked away
with a clean head and a new style.
I cannot believe December of last year was
the start of something special —
the start of a new me — a changing me.
8 months later, the growth is on track
with how I envisioned it would
be around this time of year.
