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Poetry by Zora Satchell

I grew my hair/down to my knees/the curls stretch/and become ocean waves/heavy with tightly coiled coral wreath heartache and seaweed truths knotted into the roots/I brushed it everyday/ combed through each black strand/ I took the time/time to care for each spiral, nurture each secret/ anointed my scalp with oils of coconut and lavender/so the skin may be strong enough to carry such weight/ I braid these waves into a still water crown/ each braid, boxed at the root, a singular wish/ wrapped together like a promise

I grew my hair out/as an offering/ to her, this oracle of revelations/her three faces of fate holds time itself/her skin black obsidian/fathomless in it’s reflecting light/ her nose wide like a yam/ she couldn’t be taller than I/ yet she towered above me larger than life/i offered her my hair, my still water truths heavy on my head/her hands reach out to me/ they rest on my cheeks/she says/must you carry all this?/ water must never stay still

 

Zora Satchell is a 24 year old dancing queen, young and free, she lives in Kissimmee, FL with her mom, two dogs, and her cat, Bilbo. She writes a lot but is always trying to write more. She loves poetry, movies, and good dance music. You can find her on twitter @thecasualrevolt where she lets her typos run wild.

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