Ode to Hair

A tribute sonnet

Black fibres pour a-top my glowing skin

Each girl scowls at me with envy, I grin

For theirs grow wild and fickle, out of shape

my hair grows in a capable, neat state

Luxurious and strands of flowing fun

Up-do or tucked inside a tasty bun

I'll tell my hair how and where to grow

If not then I will tell it where to go

It f***s me off when one style frizzes

when thousands of frozen water pisses

down and into my afro hair

the slick and shine melts away- they stare

don't stare, it was beautiful before

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...:)...............

[richom]

In your kind review of my poem you said you wished you could write a sonnet like it. But it's clear you are capable. Your ode, while it doesn't quite meet all the requirements of a sonnet, is much better than my first attempts were. You start out well here with ten-syllables per line, but near the end the number misses. And although the rhyming pattern doesn't exactly fit a sonnet, it's clear you are a good enough rhymer to do that as well. Very well done. Richard

[Jodelle]

Thank so much for your feedback :)

[luna11]

This is lovely:) written really well and very relatable!

[Jodelle]

Thanks!! :)