Dear Sister of the World,
Dear Daughter of the Night,
Dear Mother of Man,
Dear Miss Stolen,
Dear Miss Understood,
Dear Miss Most Appropriated & Overlooked.
Dear brilliant beautiful woman with the Afro that can eclipse the sun.
You whose locs defy convention and will only be tamed under their own terms.
You are a rainbow of colors extending from the most magnificent cloud.
I see those follicles dancing from your beautiful black,
beautiful white scalp.
They cork screw,
they roller coaster across your glory into an untouchable crown.
Your hair looks like a freeze frame of a most exquisite explosion.
I see you princess.
I see you queen.
What I can't see is the the stage.
Can you sit down,
or maybe we can switch seats?