You India me
About my hair
I am not it
But you’ve tagged me
Calling me out
Sliding down my beloved ringlets
I’m it now
Finally home
After Celtic journeys
Those knots
Not my nots
My nots are no longer my knots
I am a yes now
I own it
I say it out loud
I am the black fae
Hidden from me
By my own self
Til
Recently
I
My own wicked stepsister
But now I’ve saved them
Save my brown round things
No longer for sale
I’ve apologized
And now I’m planting seeds
I stand hopeful
Cynical
With my sisters
And brothers
Us sistas and bruthas
Us Fae
Not African
Not American
But here nonetheless
And thanking you
For calling out
The brown round things
For sale
With words, song & prayer, TiMo
