I wish I had dreads
...the regality of their nappy existence speaks
to me in ways that hair-dos of the past have never before...

they hold energy, I'm told
...and they brush up against the back of necks
and shoulders with the tickled fancy of
feudal days in Africa, those times when
war and peace weren't identified with
the confusion of a people's identity.

I'm romanticizing hair, I know
...but romance, I'm told, is what bonds
the strands together, twisting to nature's soul song,
mating easily and living enigmatically inside the
kinky-ness of our bodies' lives.

...I wish I had dreads…