It's the intricate weave of twisted strands
Moving so effortlessly in the wind
They neither make me nor break me
Just add compliments to my skin
My hands have a constant love affair
Discovering new places to get lost in
From beginning to end
Those lovely locs of mine
Never would I have thought
They would give me such pleasure
And at times such pain
But yet they are one of the many features
That defines who I am
They are bold in color
Come in many shapes and forms
They neither make me nor break me
More apart of who I am
They are like the crown
Of distant travels past
Embraced in the present
Celebrated in the future
Those lovely locs of mine
