When your hair defies gravity and systematic racism at the same damn time!
Please read another fist-clenching poem by Ericajean, written for BlaPoWriMo!
–N
Photo Credit: Bruce Mars
According to May Sarton in Writings on Writing,
“A poem does not emerge off of a feeling alone. It is instead created when tension that is felt releases a stirring of words and images and this kind of creativity could bring a sufferer from their grief.”
I picked my hair
Up before escaping to
the night to march;
it’s loose coils now untamed
hardened by picks,
up like antlers
up like storm clouds
Defiant against the system
Telling me to let go
and lay down and die out
I scream no! I protest no!
My hair will defy you and gravity
at the same damn time
My crown, my dark halo
an avenging angel to the
system,
pale supremacy
over my people over their
people and the people’s people
I pick my hair up
~Ericajean
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