Bound By Coils

To the White man's image my hair is unnatural.

To the Black girl's image my hair is unfashionable.

Blind to the bounds they put on me,

I fight to find what once was free.

The devil's comb put through our hair.

Perms, presses, and weaves whispered in my ear.

We teach our children the White man's pledge,

as we are brain washed into believing our coils are bad.