Hair

Tight curls knotted underneath
from the weight and scorching heat
get flattened on the oppressive plates
or fried in stinking liquid fates
long and glossy
watch it move
evoking words like "silky smooth"
born from tangled nappy messes
know we have our lovely tresses
so thank you Motions and Ogilvie
you've delivered us from cruelty
from afro puffs and kinky twists
not here, no nappiness exists
just glue it, fuse it, braid it in
and let the pain begin
we rose with slavery upon or backs
only to be a slave to tracks