Down In Front (a true story from #wowps2015)

Dear Goddess,
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 brown,
beautiful tan,
beautiful white scalp.  
They cork screw,
they spiral,
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,
move over
or maybe we can switch seats?
                                                               
                                                                                                         ~Christopher-Michael
                                                                                                             03-19-15