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“I cut off every curl. / Every nappy thread that would forever belong to him / unless I disposed of them.”
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Bruised
I cut off every curl. Every nappy thread that would forever belong to him unless I disposed of them. Even now, when I lie alone at night and close my eyes I can feel his cool fingertips tracing through my scalp. Until he clutches his fist, my strands tangled around his fingers, forcing my head back.
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Bruised
Sasha Bonét
Bruised
Sasha BonétIssue 53; Fall 2016; Non-Fiction
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Black Femininity, Objectification of Black Women, Relationships, Identity, Creative Writing
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2 pages