Entangled in desires,
just trying to comb
out the details
to straighten out
the situation that
may come off a
little asymmetrical
if you’re looking from
an angle.
Uneven circumstances
give way to double standards split end decisions holding
on to different strands of perception.
Words cut deep,
blades of precision,
layering the highlights
of fifty shades of gray
hues of conditioning.
Bleached out settings rolled
up in a saturated array of
swatches, product too
heavy bound to wash it. Rinse and repeat.
Watch it get drained
out of lengthy extensions, figments of imagination fused in a process spiraling
Shirley Temples of redundancy curled in the fetal
position.
Spritzing in to
hold the style. No
bouncing on me.
Pomade got you stuck
in a daze from the
waves and the grease
got you burnt again,
but she told me it was
just the heat.
I cornrow through just to keep it together don't mind
my messy parts I'm
relaxing and sleeping
on natural instincts
trying to find uniformity
in wild tresses of my
existence twisting just to
get blown out.
Touching up on the roots of fantasy,
unbeweavable results lacing the front up
while laying my baby's hair down as we sweat out
more than time under the dryer lustering for oil.
she's the deep treatment of my scalps manipulation helping absorb the nutrients that encourages us to grow and loc each other up in dedication
By: Xpanding Thoughts