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For all the girls who dream of 'good hair"
Arthritis ate at her joints
She forces her fingers to dance
Dry bush becomes soft twists
Mama mama look
Her arms forged through the fire
Only three to go
Perfumed in lavender and black castor oil
Mama mama look
Combs strewn around her like an operating room
Clumps fall like blood
Finally, she’s done
Mama mama look
She wraps silk around her head
Ties it tight to go to bed
Tomorrow she’ll do it again
Mama looking for good hair
image byLeighann Blackwood