ON LOCK

Be patient

and I have

been

with this entire

process

I've been

watching

the way these

funky,coarse, midnight strands

have twisted and

merged

tangled together

trying their hardest

to recoil themselves

after I have many times

tried 2 tame them

keep them from bouncin' back

MY LOCKS

they are symbolic

of my persistent life struggle

2 get 2 where I am now

2 b patient

with myself

2 accept me

no matter if time

after time I look

and C that

there are loose pieces sticking

up all over the place

when everything looks so out of control

frizzy, bushy,and just plain

frazzled

when the new growth

is apparent, clearly visible

but somehow does not want

to immediately be

caught up in the

wrap-ture of the

older and wiser strands

with time

they will have no choice

MY LOCKS

are a symbol

of how I am

accepting

and assimiliating

new lessons

new realizations

and new beliefs

into my life

how I will become

entangled in the complications

of being me

without any apologies

(I'm learning)

how I will stick it out

for me

for growth

for inner beauty, inner peace

how I will eventually

take each strand

on my own

when assistance is no longer needed

and gently but with enough force

between my thumb and forefinger

roll & twist the new growth & roll

roll & twist the new growth & roll

roll & twist the new growth & roll

until they perform their natural duty

until they

merge

lock and flow

I slide my fingers

slowly down them

and though they look rough

they feel

so smooth

so sleek

I am the only one who

has 2 run their fingers through this

this to what others may look like

a complete, nasty , disgusting, unkempt, mess

even in their

wildest, out of controlness

they are still so

entirely gorgeous

I am more patient

with this process

this is a direct

reflection of my

internal growth

so, when U C me

and U C my locks

know that this isn't

just the latest fashion

trend, statement, or fad

for me

my locks, my outward appearance

serves as my way

of showing you my life's story

my Broadway play

from the history of my soul

and every year that passes

and every lock that

grows

and

flows

and continues 2 lock

will be my

encore performance

4 which I need

no standing ovation

Author's Notes/Comments: 

12/21/03

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