a meditation on black women’s hair: a poem for simone biles
her hair, a black woman’s hair,
women of african descent’s hair,
compares to none; takes the rays
of the sun, then turns it into magic.
how tragic it is when
people make comments,
have opinions, makes decisions
to say something about
a black woman’s hair.
especially when her
hair is from africa,
when her beautiful smile
is from africa, when her
supreme gleam, beam,
is from africa.
and so are you, you
who choose to make
comments. didn’t you
know africa is the original
continent connected to simone?
literally, it is a black woman’s bones
that make up everyone’s genetics,
therefore, simone, super simone
should be highly respected.
it is reckless the way people
open their mouths to say
nonsense. but simone will
continue to show here prominence,
her dominance.
what does her hair matter?
when it is her brain matter,
the way she masters the floor,
the high beam, the way her
neck continues to sport
olympic bling
is all that continues
to matter?
go on, continue to talk about
her hair
you think she cares?
© Christopher Donshale Sims
August 2nd, 2024
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