She was in twists...
tight twists...
she was in locs...
in dreads......
and she was beautiful....
she was called dreadlocs....
She grew as i grew becoming longer and more beautiful...
she wasnt like most locs.....
she started from the middle...
So she looked so cute...
and every one oohed and aahed...
She became longer still......
reaching down my back.....
gravity beckoning to her.....
she heeded its call and moved closer to it...
By the time I was 3, she was at my waist.....
then black out.....
Then when i come to.....
she was gone......
She came back again...
but she wasnt allowed to loc.....
she was subjected to the toothed monster....
to keep her curls from tangling.....
She grew....
against all oppositions....
she was well past my shoulder...
at the age of 10....
I had my first "crack"
OH!.
her screams of pain echoing in my head....
she was stretched past her norm...
The agony burning through her....
Flowing through every 'vein" she had..
Her anguish etched on me...
Then she was quiet....
exhausted from the effects of the crack....
Then she looked at herself.....
She was longer!
She was past my shoulder blades...
she was estatic!!
then she looked up.......
saw a monstrous pair of metal come down on her.....
Cutting her back to my shoulders.....
Thats when she realized i had sold her lenght for a Drink.....Fanta...
We were at peace...
enjoying the way she felt...
all silky and nice....
the way she made a cute pony tail on me....
But that all ended that night....
The night my sister came in with a Mick Tyson cut....
she despaired because she knew what i was thinking.....
and sure enough...
i was sitting on a chair that weekend.....
And i had her cut.....
this time she didnt scream...
or howl her pain into my hair....
she bore it in silence.....
every week after that...
In Silience.......
For 4 years, she was silent.
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