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Reclaiming My Edges
Reclaiming My Edges
Reclaiming My Edges
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Reclaiming My Edges

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Kim Braxton (AKA) Kacee Kemiah is an American poet and Spoken Word Artist. As an empowered African-American woman, she seeks to share her life experiences with others with the aim of fostering understanding and tolerance. Her poems and book reflect insights gained through her life experiences which include social activism, female empowerment and re
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Release dateNov 1, 2022
ISBN9781088035641
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    Reclaiming My Edges - Kacee Kemiah

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    RECLAIMING MY EDGES

    My black hair, my beautiful black coily hair

    Why?  Why?  So much about my hair do I care?

    Why in beauty?  Do you think I don’t share?

    Every morning in the mirror I stare

    Full aware before I boldly declare:

    I am reclaiming my edges

    Age 7, I cut off every ponytail that I had

    I knew immediately I had done something bad

    A mortal enemy of my tresses I had made

    Barbershop was a game I shouldn’t have played

    The love affair with my hair was over quick

    Suddenly I was a bald-head chick

    In the pit of my stomach I felt sick

    For many years, I would have wounds to lick

    My punishment was fast, it was super swift

    I created this rift and killed the gift

    My beauty was now in the eye of the beholder

    Suddenly my world was colder

    Hours and hours in the beauty parlor getting my hair done

    I should have been out having fun

    Tortured the whole god dam day

    Trying to look a certain way

    Tightly pulled braids i could feel my head explode

    Dreams of my beauty sold

    Fell victim to what i was told

    I had way too many perms and ass long weaves

    Hair pressure to relieve

    New hairstyles to conceive

    Failed attempts to deceive

    White standard of beauty I tried to achieve

    I’m reclaiming me and my lost edges

    My hair is no longer a thorn in hedges

    Each strand to you I make to new pledges

    No more chemicals and fuck that slick look

    Cause it’s my strength, my growth and my edges it took

    Time for a new story in my look book

    Your standard of beauty that myth has been

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