‘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 […]