Poem of the Day
This Hair -- Tennya Smith
Is rooted like the days and the
times that our ancestors traveled the
smudgy brown road to freedom.
It does not conform and fights with endless
power.
It is an ocean’s wavelength extended and
curved in the turquoise ramparts.
It is the yes to the no I have been told time
and time again.
So yes I will be proud.
So yes I will let it be shown.
So yes I will never be ashamed of the color
on my bones.
This hair is a representation of truth,
a representation of a love,
a representation of the life that’s been lived
before me,
entangled,
coiled,
in fear.
This hair is light.
This hair is truth.
This hair is me.
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
I faint, I perish with my love! I growFrail as a cloud whose paleUnder the evening's ever-changing glow:I die like mist upon the gale,And like a wave under the calm I fail.