Locks


I have locks that reach
and touch my feet
which waves can be sailed
by a thousand fleet;

Locks that can be plaited
or meticulously braided
with flowers adorned
or crowned with thorns.

Yet the same lovely locks
that reach my feet
are the same pesky locks
that give unbearable heat.

I am tempted to cut
but the world says, Do not!

For these silky locks
that beautify my head
are the same locks that make me
cry in my bed –

My most coveted locks
are the same wicked locks
that crush my body,
choke my throat,
and cover my mouth.

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