Hair

I love everything about it

The way it rest on my shoulders

The way it flows down my back

The way it makes me feel when it’s styled

Or the way it makes me look when I wake up

It’s a journey, my journey

I remember when I started

And how I got to where I am now

I remember the wash days

The strain it would put on my arms

I remember the nights it would get in my face

How I remember each night to put it up

How it’s thickness keeps me warm during the winter

And how it makes me sweat during the summer

It’s been with me during my hospital visits

My doctor visits

It stayed strong for me when I couldn’t take care of it

And how it continues to stay strong even when I get the chance

Sometimes, I’m not the best at keeping up with it

But it’s still there

I start to see a gray strand or two

It even lets me know when my body is changing

It’s telling a story

Our story

The pain we endured

How we knew we were stressed as it would shed

But as it sheds, it makes room for new

My hair is a tree trunk of stories

And the length are my rings that show age

I love my hair

And the journey we are on

Together