mi cabello had to endure approximately 4834 hours of ridicule from impatient beauticians saying things like,

“ay pero esta nina tienes pelo malo.”

mi cabello, adorned in lavender strands, has been treated like a prize, to curious gringas gossiping about the oddities on the other side of town

mi cabello had to finally believe she was enough as is. that they’re just mad because they want to be you

reeking of grease and quemao, mi cabello tried her hardest not to sweat during picture day, four years counting

she likes to keep things fresh. pay attention. you might not recognize her

(but that doesn’t mean her name has suddenly changed)

mi cabello and I have regular sit-downs, with her mostly repeating,

“they wish they could.”

mi cabello has transgressed and transformed, learned her own divine language and you cannot decipher or decode.

y eso es porque to no puedes tocar.

Photo by Brittsense