8 months since the day I chopped it all away
The strands I believed made me more human, more enchanting.
The strands that waited to be discarded
But hung on so tightly for life.
They made me feel invincible
As if nothing could slow me down.
It is unexplainable
The things that straight hair makes you believe.
8 long months since the day I lay bare my hidden imperfections.
Where beneath this mane of wonder and magic lie a girl with scant esteem.
It was not easy finding beauty in a face I did not believe was mine,
As my beauty was found in the hair that covered my strange ears,
8 long months since I embarked on a journey of love and light
That makes you cry and wonder why
You don’t feel as beautiful as you once did.
8 months since the day I cut off the symbol of the past.
These same strands that stood atop my head during the hardest times.
Still remnant of the most painful parts of life,
The first argument and the first set of tears.
8 great months since I embarked on a journey of sufficiency.
Creating a person of different substance
With power and grace given through the struggle
Of learning a new definition of beauty.
Every day black women use hair as a form of metamorphosis
To return to the woman God created
To let go of what we know
To stand on something stronger
Than the expectations of society.