Pelitos

Spongy little

corkscrews,

like bouncy springs

colliding in

mid air.

Fast moving

pirouettes,

untamably bold

without a care.

.

Ven pa’ca Colocha!

Le llaman a la muchacha

del pelo chinito.

Esa Negrita que

tiene tumbao’

con la boquita

de corazóncito.

.

Seen as a subversive

resistance to

colonized ideas of beauty;

patriarchal ideas

of sedated femininity

as a duty.

.

It is simply an

extension of her.

.

Like the Hazel tree,

the branches of

her hair

grow defiant.

Against

the oppression of

hot combs, hot irons,

and nappy-shaming,

it is not compliant.

.

In the summer

the ends bloom to

tiny sunflower

spinners

reaching

out toward the sun’s

golden shimmer.

.

In the winter

the ends withdraw

into tight twists

like spiral grass

embracing an

inward shift.

.

It laughs in

the breeze,

lingering notes of

honeysuckle, vanilla,

and coconut are

memory’s ease

.

She was born with

coily hair

stubborn and free

like hummingbirds

in the vault of the sky

fluttering with glee.

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