Looking back at the child in me
nappy hair and ashy legs and I am
beautiful...
I did not see it at the time
Why did no one tell me, of natural beauty
retrospective, now I find allureing style
in hair that could stand all on it's own
pony tail tipped with plastic barrette 
hair now fly's in the wind, swaying to a new style
my dread locks to my hips
feeling them brush my back as I                                        glide                                            
nappy yes, but in the style of my forefathers
proud and pride in that women child in me
no longer seeking to hide in plain sight
there are shells now in place of barrettes
for the women child in me still keeps
her mistique and allureing ways