‘The Salon’ A Poem about Hair

  |  Topic: Atlanta Teen Voices, Atlanta Word Works, Girl Code, Identity, Poetry

This poem is for the broken combs and blue magic For pink lotion and just for me texturizers I sat for 5 hours In a hot salon that smelled of crack conditioner and oil sheen There is where I learned that I defy gravity I learned that finger waves make your hair grow And essential […]

‘Weaving Destiny,’ An Essay about Hair

  |  Topic: Atlanta Teen Voices, Editor Picks, Girl Code, Identity, My Story, Race/Ethnicity

Preparing for my 10-hour commitment, I set my moisturizer, shea butter and laptop on the corner of the mahogany dining room table. As daylight faded into darkness, I sat, parting my freshly washed hair into square sections and attaching the synthetic hair to the roots of my natural hair like my late aunt Holly taught me.