La douleur – cheveux Africains crépus(French and English version) Poem

Tandis que je m’assois sur la chaise dure en bois

Mon ma le plus intime est monté avec le peur

Comme je le vois déjà dans mon esprit

La douleur incessante

Je commence à respirer comme un lion dans une course

Tout autour de moi est rempli d’hurlements horrifiants et de cris d’aide semblables aux gens qui se noient dans l’eau froide verglaçante ( à 28.2 °F)

Je m’apprête et me concentre

Voyant le peigne passer entre mes cheveux crépus comme chevelu

M’étouffant comme je haléte pour l’air

Ouche! J’ai hurlé

Incapable de supporter l’impact

La douleur atroce que je  ressentais sur mon cuir chevelu

Mon cuir chevelu a commencé à respirer, affectant mon immobilité

J’ai essuyé mes yeux

Chuchotant à moi-même devrais-je être fière d’être africaine?

Devrais-je être reconnaisante pour les cheveux avec lesqueles j’ai été née?

 

The pain – African Kinky hair hair(English version) Poem

As I sit on the hard wooden chair

My innermost self is mounted up with fear

As I already see in my  mind’s eye

The unending pain

I start to breathe heavily like a lion in a race

All around me is filled with horrifying screams and shouts for help like people drowning in freezing ice cold water( at 28.2°F)

Sitting up poised and focused

Seeing the comb pass through my kinky hair

As a sharp knife piercing my scalp

Choking me as I gasp for air

Ouch! I screamed

Unable to endure the impact

The excruciating pain I felt on my scalp

My scalp began to breathe, affecting my stillness

I wiped my eyes

Whispering to myself

Should I be proud of being an African?

Should I be thankful for the kind of hair I was birthed with?

 

 

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THE PAIN (poem) – AFRICAN KINKY HAIR ( English version)

As I sit on the hard wooden chair

My innermost self is mounted up with fear

As I already see in my mind’s eye

The unending pain

I start to breathe heavily like a lion in a race

All around me is filled with horrifying screams and shouts for help like people drowning in freezing ice cold water (at 28.2°F)

Sitting up poised and focused

Seeing the comb pass through my kinky hair, as a sharp knife piercing my scalp

Chocking me as I gasp for air

Ouch! I screamed

Unable to endure the impact

The excruciating pain I felt on my scalp

My scalp began to breathe, affecting my stillness

I wiped my eyes

Whispering to myself

Should I be proud of being an African?

Should I be thankful for the kind of hair that I was birthed with?

– Happy New Year