My Black Braids

October 23, 2011
By NicoleA SILVER, Union, New Jersey
NicoleA SILVER, Union, New Jersey
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Shimmered beauties
Fit for royalty
Zig zags and criss crosses
The aesthete would applaud


Nobody remembers the calloused hands and bloody feet

But I do
A shield.
Protector of my secrets
Tales buried deep in the knots, fixed atop and anchored to the core.
Stitches in tact
Always ready to hide the naps,
and hold the sorrow filled cries.
Whipping loosely from my scalp
The freedom it now has to breathe.
The deep-rooted knots remembering
Whispering about the struggled times


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