ladedahhhh....

Ode to my crown and soul

I run my hand through untamed territories

weaving stories of stories past present and future in a rhythmic pattern that seems to match the beating of my heart

they may have colonialized my land and our people but they never had the chance to take away our souls

so remember black girl find your soul

whether it is in between your toes or weaved within your crown

your soul is an untouchable beauty formed by grace

it shines on your face

and it is powerful beyond measure

and a blessing that is only is masked by your face 

my soul

well i connected to it through untamed territory

they tried heat, and thread and some chemicals to lay it down

my hair, they tried to tame it down

but it stood strong so I understood it wasn’t just my crown

but a representation of my soul

stronger than ever

we are the bold.