poetry project

These black tresses

Dark like the hair of my native ancestors

Thick like blood that races through my skin

My hair is my identity

My hair is my profile

To forget where i came from i would have to be senile

As the blood of a Cherokee courses through my veins

I watch my hair fall  down my back like when it rains

my hair is my crown !

For me this is my history

To others it can be a mystery

But these dark tresses mean something deeply to me

As i watch it flow down my skin

Carelessly swaying in the wind

I can feel the deep lashes from within

The Jealousy and envy

All etched upon my skin