I wrap my hair up high
sensing my predecessors
congratulate my effort
recalling images in books,
of sisters from the motherland
observing me, as I observe them on pages
cloth on my beans
introduces me as queen
before words are spoken
curiosity of my modesty
conceals what’s been undone
permitting the sensation of accustomed,
customs to seep thru threads interlaced with memory
of a former me, lost found nations, family legacy
I wrap my hair in scarves, hijabs, turbans and hats
covering to emulate what’s now imitated on purpose
With purpose a force field to shield eyes from sons that shine
in the directions of sweet smells soft smiles coupled with femininity
Quranic verses and hadith have taught me
meaningful pulls, tugs, knots, drapes, twist to create
what complements
warmed skin tones, strong shaped noses, cheekbones and full lips
colorful fabric adorned upon our heads, necks and décolletages
decorative protection from eyes that stray
the higher pile the better
height displays virtuous posture
pride in our stride as what they think is hiding is saving
My wrap is linked to faith
My garment, my garment
a state of mind expressed in dressed
dress coded in verse
A visible sign of faith, respect, morality
My Dean be tested
colorful fabric rolled around my skull,
Wrapping me into submission,
guiding each position as I pray.
