This is my crown
I can be Medusa with my dreadlocks,
Karaba with my pointed hair 
or princess Tiana with my smooth hair.
I can wear it up or down,
It is an unpredictable mass.
It is not just hair.
Because I am the queen of this jungle: my jungle, my mane, my cotton candy.
Mommy always said
I had my head in the clouds
Little did she know...
A dark cloud raging with strength, lightening and thunder
Ready to embrace the thousands faces of her womanhood..
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