Beauty

The day I bid her farewell

She sat crossed legged on my floor

My nappiness littered all around her

And a coy smile I would never forget

Like she knew

That this moment,

No matter how dramatic,

Was not permanent

She watched me with keen interest

As I stared into my mirror

Hoping for her affirmation

With an unholy reflection she cackled

Laughter dripping off her lips

Mocking my future

Void of the lust of Nigerian men

My secret validation

I picked up my NY cap

And covered my liberation.