I have been told
To put curl cream in my hair
Upside down, eyes
Straining against the ceiling light,
Curls straining toward the tile floor,
Bunching.
I will smell
Of avocado and coconut for hours;
My hair will be tight
All day.
I wonder what would happen
If my hair always looked salt-stung,
Rollicking waves down my shoulder, unfixed,
Breathing.
I wonder how I'd look
If I'd never been taught to watch myself dripping
In the bathroom mirror and fix the loose ends, smooth
Over ragged strands and smile.
I have been told
To put curl cream in my hair.
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