They say, let down your hair girl

It looks so pretty natural

Why don’t you wear it like this?

She smiles like

do you really believe that

it can’t possibly be pretty

But she’d kept it locked up for so long,

muffled by bandanas,

the curls tamed out by her flat iron

burning, burning.

Years and years ago

The boss lady eyed her curls

like she was a dangerous animal

Years and years ago someone said

that it’d look so much better straight.

but now with everything

magic and beautiful overflowing from their mouths

maybe now

she can let her hair down.