Poetry Page: One

                      THE STRAND OF MY BEAUTY

I have gelled, fried, straighten & cut

But my strand gives not

So I give in not knowing 

What is to become of my strands

My strand that will not be tamed

Nor controlled to that which I want

I have fought with

Cried over

And hated what God had blessed upon my crown

My strands has entertained me

I have given into my strands and let them do 

As they please

Which has given me freedom 

Freedom that I knew not before

For this freedom a spirit has come

To let my strands go.