Sonnet to Straight Hair

At night, I brush the tangles from my hair.

I sleek it back, and braid behind my head.

Next morning, let it free without a care.

There are no tangles there to fear, or dread.

The braid keeps hair from rolling all around,

and tying knots itself while I'm asleep.

It holds it tight. No tangles will be found,

and no split ends from tearing tangles reap.

Loosed braids cascading into gentle waves,

like shiny smoothly flowing silken thread.

A momentary curly lock conclaves,

dismantled as the shower hits my head.

I let it dry before I brush it through.

Sport no more braidy waves, now straight anew.

By: Paula Dean Nevison