Made of Many Worlds – Poem


I was born, brown-skinned and a black-eyed girl, Into a blue-eyed spot in this world – Blessed with black, thick and rather frizzy hair Where hair tends to be silky, smooth, mostly blond. . When I was a girl, maybe twelve years old, I would lay my head down, on the ironing board Because a real iron could tame my real hair… Benefits seemed great… … Continue reading Made of Many Worlds – Poem