Trials

My Mother's womb 

produced a beautiful babygirl

that wore ribbons around her head

identification for the world

She grew

And locked her locs

Common place in her community 

Beads her constant companion 

until her maturity 

She grew

Straighten strands 

Rounding  out her education

Heated tools and creams

relaxing the world's impatience 

Life is such a trial 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

This has a set pace to the entirety of the verse...you've put forth a story line in a few words...gives us as a reader a theme to follow and yet unfolds before us in relatively a manner in which you present this to us...the break with the repeating stanza:

She grew...

helps the passage move along the lines of this read...and you did give us an ending...that all can grasp...yet we all have a different route or in this case...as you word the phrase:

Life is such a trial

[BriBri]

Thank you very much I appreciate the time you took to look at and review my poem.

[John Anderson]

this was really good...................

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A rock solid write:) I enjoyed it:)

[Junert]

So simply and yet full of life.