By Erma W.
Oh, natural coily hair of mine,
I'm so thankful that you're mine.
Although I may fuss about detangling you,
I truly do love interacting with you.
As I glide my fingers through these strands,
I really do hope that you understand
My steady combing is not meant to cause pain.
I just want to separate you so that you can stay on my head.
The creams and conditioners that I apply to you
Are meant to nourish--not punish--you.
The twists that I shape you into
Are for your benefit.
Please know that this is true.
When I tuck you into my bonnet every night,
I hope the kiss of silk comforts you.
Muah! Muah! Muah!
Kisses all around.
I love you, coily hair of mine
Because you are mine, all mine.