To the Dreadlocked One by Faye Nunez

The thought of you sprouted in my head
You were last night’s dream that made its descent
Blades of grass were embedded on your dreads
Nature is such a glorious adornment

I wonder how often you wash your dreads
I would gladly assist you when you groom
Let me trim all the loose threads
So that new hair will grow and bloom

I love that bundle on top of your head
It puts a certain charm on your spirit
Don’t shave your head or let it shed
Of all twisted locks, yours is my favorite

Let me build a nest on top of your head
Let me cross your mind, my muse
Go ahead and let down your hair
It’s your mane that I adore so let it loose

I find meaning in your weaving
A silent protest to mainstream beauty
Rejection of convention is gripping
Twisted hair should never be just pretty

Two, Three Times a Day By Olivia Olender

Enter the Painting by Penn Kemp