The door open after bathing.
The steam oozes out a deep musky sigh.
She peek-a-boos through the pine door slats,
Across a narrow landing wanders her eye.
“Baby”, he calls her,
“Take a look – look.”
“Dis a wa form and born you.”
Her mouth open wide, peering in his eye,
She stands in shock as a pillar of stone.
Sniffle, snuffle, she starts to cry.
Crystal drops roll from her bashful brown eyes.
He leads her to the room on the right.
They lie down in a secure embrace,
As dawn breaks in through the curtains.
Doesn’t matter how rich
or poor she is,
‘creamy crack’ is the antidote
to her nappy hair.
Can she go back? It’s difficult.
For if her hair is knotty
she ain’t happy –
by sodium hydroxide
white people relax around her.
The burn of a perm
though excruciatingly hot,
her fiery scalp is worth it
as later she gently caresses roots
with ecstatic fingers.
In addition there’s an erroneous
friend in town,
from wig –
to an extension of reality –
100% protein filament
stitched/glued onto cornrow tracks –
weaveologists charge big money.
It can be combed, curled
and it will not melt.
It’s also been prayed on in Temples.
Tonsure, the cutting of hair
in religious devotion and humility?
The Indian woman’s stolen
in the dead at night –
a rite of passage
to sit upon this black lady’s head
thousands of miles away:
seemingly Godly but
now paraded in high esteem
though evidently not original.
Websites & applications fuel
“internet addiction” a condition
linked to depression
The way we communicate
rapidly evolves –
an integrated component
of human interaction.
Physicians weighed down,
placed in position
to judge whether this internet
is positive or problematic.
People lacking self esteem
turn to social media,
filling a void, resulting
in increased cyber activity.
The journaling and linear
associations measured in terms
of time spent &
frequency of visits.
Thoughts & actions exposed –
peers elicit senses
as envy propels an array
of distorted beliefs –
That others are happier
& more successful –
the addict trapped
in endless isolation?
15 Ways That Social Media is Killing You @ http://www.yurtopic.com/tech/internet/social-media-killing.html
thinking is an important thing /
or concept best revelled in solitude.
was surprised when the commentator
revealed: by listening to music
one does not think.
or when reading a book
we are never alone but
engaging with the writer’s thoughts.
too, that solitude is different
In the midst of the metropolis
the commentator said
you can still feel alone /
solitude amidst the people.
you are never quite solitary –
lonely – but not alone.
A novelist seeks
advice from a poet.
“How can I write
Condense your information = tell a shorter story.”
“My 300 pages to your 1?”
Idle I stroll through the civic square,
Spot a chic girl in the crowd.
She agrees, we go to Uno
sipping on creamy cappuccinos.
Now we stroll along on a footpath.
Cool sheep graze in the breeze.
Sheep’s eye fixed on our retinas –
Allures us to ramble the hills.
We didn’t dive naked into waters,
Or trek to the peak of the path.
But stop and sing a joyous song
That echoed throughout the hills.