I wash my hair in his lap.
Squeeze out the excess water
and lay me down to dry.
My locs stretch across the carpet
like fingers. They marry and
divide as branches of a family tree,
and our naked bodies are the trunk.
© 2023 Nortina Simmons
Welcome to Day 18 of Black Poetry Writing Month (aka BlaPoWriMo)! BlaPoWriMo is a month-long challenge to write a poem every day during the month of February (Black History Month) related to Black history, Black people, or the Black experience.
Today’s optional prompt is: Write a poem about family.