your hair is holy
is hallowed
is the name i lost
when i left this continent
locked like you
might do to your 'do
in rain
your curls create diamonds
shining in between the tips of every follicle
you are who i want
my daughter to be
you are a reminder
of the man i haven't been
every time i touch your scalp
you don't let me run
through
you know that's a cop out
know that's not how i was raised
know that love is an effort
let me braid my fingers
into your folds
massage a secret message into
your roots
with cocoa and shea
afterwards
my hands hold
the frangrant mixture
of diaspora undone
in their pores
i pray
inhale
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