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Mourning Day

these braids remember the women

trembling clump of girlflesh

eyes cast down and away

unfamiliar now

to one another

they mourn the loss

of their hair

dropped

like so many laments

clipped connections

to mothers, kohkums or aunties

who greased and wove

the glossy braids

with steady brown fingers

fat braids remember

cry like useless ropes on the floor

the girls long, at least

to step over them

in quiet ceremony

women-power mimicry

to mark the passage

a final regret

but cruel teachers clack

heathen

and refuse to appreciate

these braids remember the women