Wings Shaking Free

For 8 years after my Mama became an ancestor, I shaved my head. I mean down to the scalp at 2 am in the morning on most occasions. That always felt like the sacred time to do it.

It wasn't because my hair wouldn't grow (even though stress gave me moments of stress induced alopecia), it was because hair seemed to matter the least and take time away from what made me feel like I was living.

I wanted more time to spend with family, create new artworks I'd dreamed of time to write, time to read, time to just BE with nature. Hair absolutely did not feel of any significance or importance when my mama left this earthly plain. 

She and I had had our disagreements and viewpoints of the world, but she birthed me from her womb and heart. Who was I to not acknowledge her sacrifices for allowing me to come into being? I'm now growing an Angela Davis fro' in between artistically cultured braids...but who knows when life will require a quiet release and an outward sacrifice for my own becoming. Again, I will be willing. 
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