Exhibited at the Sunny Bank Mills Gallery (October - December 2024)
I remember when my mother would wrap my delicate coiled strands with thread
With her sharp and stubborn nails
Pulling the follicles from the root
Stretching my hair, so thin and so straight
In the aftermath, I would look at myself in the mirror and laugh at her intentions
I loved the innocence of me
Roaming around with hair so odd and thick and pointy
Like the baobab tree and its upright roots
How free that it did not bother me
