Anna wants a poem about locks but how
does a white girl write about locks? She
writes other peoples’ stories as they
come. Vera cultivates a mountain out of
her Lilliputian head, forcing the power
of her personality through years of
knotting. When shearing time comes,
the cropped mane rests at shrines and
sacred spaces across a yellow land.
Anna’s hair au natural voices bold
identity. Building a new do from
a heartfelt afro—twisting, beading,
breaking, building. Understanding anew
hair with its own attitude. Sheldon is
tired of low. Twists just beginning to
grow, hair like relationships, unformed
and anticipating a new look, a new love
dread and dreads morphing in unison.
Locks. Anna, this poem is for you.