Constantly checking, pulling up and minimizing
My feelings,
My real doubt
And perceptions of your personhood.

I look to you to be the one
Who doesn’t disappoint my heart,
Who comprehends my mind,

But time and again
It seems you are more comfortable with the safety of straight hair
Simple, seemingly uncomplicated.

It was in vain that I tried to suppress the free curl of my soul
The spirals that I now allow to dance, allow to alight,
Static sparks of inspiration, underscored only by the shadow of a question,
Light laced with shades of fear,
And I, comfortably alone, silently speaking my doubt to the empty space
Wondering what man could ever match me -