Poetry

Afro-pick

My Afro-pick is
The key to my fro
A detangler
An amplifier
A symbol of my heritage
A girl, she’s orange, dainty, and missing some teeth

My Afro-pick is
Special, I don’t let just anybody hold her
Zora held her once
Liam, never, he’s too rough

My Afro-pick is
Magical
From shrunken to voluminous
she can change the dynamic of my hair in minutes
No hair strand gets left behind as she does her thang
We’ve built an unbreakable bond
She understands me and my hair
Plus, she’s seen me in all my glory