Beauty is Pain

This is a open reflection piece on a self- love journey.

Did it start when you were born? Or a little girl? With a head full of tight sponge curls? Was it when a lady told your mama to use crisco by the boatloads, Trust me I know. With every sizzling membrane pulled away, reality floated into smoke.

But Beauty is pain.

Was it when you were eight & mama couldn't relate to why your kictchen wouldn't lay straight. It was just for me, until I had no edges just for me . When all along mama wanted a child with characteristics and featueres birthed from she.

But Beauty is pain.

How about when you were Ten & discoverd the truth within ,my own natural power & decided to get locks for it all to be lost. Ripped,stripped away because little girls heads shouldn't look that way.

But Beauty is pain.

Better yet when you were Twelve & weren't sure of yourself. So your Aunt got you your first weave, sad to say that's the only time you felt prettty. When the came time to take it off ,was it then you felt the most self-pity.

But Beauty is pain.

That's A damn shame that it took you all the way to your Twenties to shave it all off. Say Fuck'em all to own all your own flaws. The rest are sad defined by what society chooses. When you lay in bed with water filled eyes because you don't look a certain way just remember baby girl.

Beauty is Pain.

Thank you for allowing me to share my voice.