As the sun strike your 
dark bulky sleek silky wooly
wound hair my eyes could not
turn looking else where.

So soft as cotton,
So black as coal.
Yet fluffy to the eyes
Fully well rounded like a lion’s mane
Lays down with perfect picture.

The sound of dry bristles of strands,
Intertwining curls of hair 
making rough tweaking music.

Blessed! Indeed I’m,
to have natures driven 
force walked through 
my doors.

And waooow! Beauty’s spell 
drift me deep into admiring
your neat nappy natural hair.

Stranded follicles of hair 
glowing with glory like a 
mid-day mirage.

As unlocked cloudy crimp coils of 
moisturized hair pierced my 
pupil with a radiant traveling
reflection from your hair.

They called it a duty 
And I call it a blushing  
bubbling beauty passing
through my soul and
I can’t deny that natural dazzling 
daffy beauty of your hair.

Yes!, Nature strikes deep in the 
eyes with willing wash of beauty.
I barely believed beauty could be fairly 
Expressed in words so natural.

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By Emmanuel Asuah Danful (Vybz i-Ryt).