My Hair Speaks Volumes To Me
by Claudesta L. Riggs

Hear me, I say-come and behold rich, black ,deep, like me, who? Like you.
Like the depths of me, who? Like you?
Fertile, the secrets of my hair hidden within me. Like you?
Rich like the depths of me, singing from the deepest soil, full and complete, like me?
Who? Like you.
Resilient, free, however fragile it may be, wiry, carefree, my hair speaks, sings, spreads rich, deep, healthy.
My hair speaks volumes to me. T-r-u-l-y.