Hair 2

My mother
Was pressing  
My hair out  
With Dax  
Rose oil  
For church  
That Sunday  
Morning  
Where I sat  
Entertained  
By  
“New Zoo Revue”  
Instilling within me  
The ability to  
Recognize  
Facial patterns,  
Expressions  
And  
Body  
Structures-  
Weeding out  
More    
Random  
And chance  
Encounters  
That would  
Never take  
On kinky  
But we still  
Couldn’t always  
Be completely  
Responsible  
For the  
Kind of women  
We Inherited  
Or contracted  
Into our hair  
At night;  
Thereafter.  
   
(Old school ie lay the metal comb right on the stove top, use a paper towel to test for singe control, how much smoke is talking back before you stroke it from the root to the tip of each section and it takes an experienced hand to know wtf they doing; wasn’t no flat irons with auto regulate back then- and we came out just fine. Tyvm).