<our stories>
We tell stories through our hair, we trade secrets through every curl and wave. Comb through the middle part and twists the roots, just how I like. Tell me when you were young and silly as you smooth my edges with gel. Cluck your tongue at me and tell me to sit still as you tell me stories of when you snuck out and danced in jazz clubs until fivethirty. Kiss my forehead and drizzle honey on my scalp. recommend that I use olive oil and mint leaves because the heat does things to me that test the waves of the Nile. I never knew how much I loved to love my history through you, through us, through silent libraries between every curls. we retell history without words or pen; we all know our history, it’s tangled all over our heads…
@amateur_poet
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 