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Father braids my hair, just like his,
scented of coconut oil, the familiar tug of fingers on my scalp,
love in every twist...
As a young girl’s father lovingly yet painstakingly braids her hair, he weaves a story about the strength and resilience of their ancestors, Freedmen who walked the Trail of Tears from Mississippi to Oklahoma.
Father braids my hair, just like his,
scented of coconut oil, the familiar tug of fingers on my scalp,
love in every twist...
As a young girl’s father lovingly yet painstakingly braids her hair, he weaves a story about the strength and resilience of their ancestors, Freedmen who walked the Trail of Tears from Mississippi to Oklahoma.
