A Daily Dance
A poem about my hair
Published in
Jun 7, 2024
The coiled strands on my head
sometimes like to dance.
They grab ahold of one another
and become inseparable.
They make a ballroom of my scalp
and I’m not always in the mood
for a party.
On those days,
when I’m a reluctant wallflower,
they drag me along,
and surround me with their rhythm
until my feet begin to tap,
and I allow them to charm me
with all their soulful glory.