nerissaspeaks:

You Say You Miss My Hair

(For bald girls everywhere)

Don’t you see
that now the entire night
and the light
are my hair

That the fences on delancey street
the old columns
the broken figures and statues
that now these are my hair

(your soft hands on my head are my hair)

The broken english of a mother
running across the street
the newsstands
the mailboxes
the telephone lines
they’re all getting
caught up in my hair

And all of brooklyn bridge behind me
the twin towers, the hot pink top
of the empire state building, the water
turning from blue to black, the tiny
green point of the statue of liberty
have all become my hair

All the streets
and what I feel for you
are my hair

See, if you touch me again
you’ll feel the whole world
run through your fingers

-Bushra Rehman

(via how-it-feels-to-be-colored-me)