Abstract / Excerpt
“I cut off every curl. / Every nappy thread that would forever belong to him / unless I disposed of them.”
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.
About the Author
Issue 53; Fall 2016; Non-Fiction
Black Femininity, Objectification of Black Women, Relationships, Identity, Creative Writing