Confronting my fears using poetry...
Today I met my phobia, Today I saw my fears, For today I saw a brother, With an afro in his ears… At first it prompted wonder But then it caused me tears ‘cause I NEVER want to be a man With an afro in his ears… Not grey and sparce like the others This hair grew black and strong, Not thinning like the top of his head This hair was thick and long… It stood out proudly as he walked A sight for all to see, But while it clearly lifted him It nearly paralyzed me. For I desire not ‘nary a one From my own ears to sprout And as soon as I catch sight of one I’m quick to pull it out Not so this brother, not this man His happiness is clear To have it bushy, black and long That afro in his ears… © CT Jermin 2012