Afro puff diva
pineapple headed me
as I settle into my sheets
preparing to call forth slumber
I am trapped, in the mysterious
cool gaze of my shadow
and the unexpected depth therein
even that of my hair
its turns and twists reformatted
flat, gray, yet intriguing
even forced into two-dimensionalism
its beauty doth not perish
PS: I really should sleep now...
~ Nika
Nika McGuin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/midnight-ode-to-my-hair/
