Hair
why am I letting it grow?
watching in frustrated disdain as it pushes
slower than a wounded snail out my pink scalp
a mash of greys whites blacks
like salt & pepper got in a fight & then gave up
walked away – tired & bored
why am I letting it grow?
a test of patience & will
& that amazing feeling of
hair in my hands
braiding it
VANESSA SHIELDS, writer 