Me and my hair plait
I feel the entire universe weighing on my plait
Neither I
could free it up to carry the unknown dust and ashes
Nor could I
feel better with a band, leaving it like a broom.
I feel like
I carry a rope of pride along my neck
That adds an
outlook to my charisma.
I know, it’s
not easy to manage the universe
As easy as
I carry on my head.
I would wash
it and let it shine
With the foams
of purity
And set it right
in fields with my comb.
I would
rather cut it short,
Make it easily
fold in the pockets of health.
I make my
hair firmer and survivor
To form
galaxies that make lives.
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