Unruly.

 A Braid Poem About the Parts of Us We’re Taught to Tame

Unraveling at any given moment,

Never wanting to conform. 

Rather exists freely and widely, 

Unless it’s forced. 

Lifeless strands bend then straighten,

Yet wish it didn’t have to be this way. 

Understanding she thinks this is how it has to be, Not once entertaining the thought it could be different. 

Refusing to instill hope into baseless dreams,

Unless someone shows her another way. 

Like the women before her she caves, and

Yesterday becomes today.

Unless we change the thought it’s unruly,

No one, not even us, will see its beauty. 

Residing in each coil, each tress is a story,  

Underestimating its value is a mistake.

Lies can cloud reality, but

Your truth is yours to make.