Free verse

Day 350: Curly Hair

The texture of my life is not bound by the straightness of my hair. Though you try to tell me, that my dreams can only be achieved by the light reflecting off the glow of my porcelain skin, available today for the easy purchase of my identity. If the wishes I have can come true… Continue reading Day 350: Curly Hair


Day 315: The Morning Chill Of Winter

I am too cold to care, I miss the summer air, Can I stay curled up in my blankets, maniacally chomping on a box of chocolates? Oh man, do you know what winter does to my hair?!?! © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy