The crown of glory

Loved by many 

Despised by others 

But shining like the sunflowers

 Unruly for many 

The frustration, The envy 

A nest of snakes for others

 And the glance that smothers

Inability, insecurity 

The endless chatter of many 

The words that butcher

The child’s heart crossed over

Identity on display 

Cycle unending 

Fix it, change it, total makeover 

The big chop, the braids, the perms, the rollers

Till when the stop of needless comments 

Till when the contentment

Till when the moment

Now is the moment 

Embracing the bestowment 

Anew of her crown of glory

With unfading beauty

Sourire