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My Daughter and I

Rough hair, That was rooted in her, Self hatred. Twisted and tangled in knots, As my comb, Tugged against and teared through Clumps of hair. Her face scowling. Diligently and purposefully, I separated the kinky mass, Into sections. Masterfully weaving, 1st cross, 2nd cross, 3rd cross, Repeat. The ache In my back, Mirroring The ache On her scalp. My cool breath Soothing her, Her bright smile, Soothing me. 1st cross, 2nd cross, 3rd cross, Repeat. My hands maniacally and mechanically, Moving down strand, After strand. She stirred. Fidgeting With her hand. A tear, Streaming down her face, Seeping through my lips. 1st cross, 2nd cross, 3rd cross. Repeat. My fingertips Brushing Against her Tear stained cheek. “4 left” I groaned. Her hand Reaching up To touch the remainder. A smile. Creeping across her face. Relief, Sweet relief, For us both.

My Daughter and I

Rough hair, That was rooted in her, Self hatred. Twisted and tangled in knots, As my comb, Tugged against and teared through Clumps of...