Alignment
A poem about me and you and you and you too
Published in
Mar 6, 2024
as Mother braided Kanekalon hair into mine
my skin stretched into alignment
into the eye-line of the Ancestors
I am at my most beautiful
when I look like you
I am at my most awe-inspiring
when I look like you
I am at my most serene
when I look like you
renewed by the tickle of burnt ends
at my hip bone
1B mixed with 1
a beam only the sun could rival
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