Sometimes I lie straight. Other times I curl. Sometimes I bounce. Other times I swirl. It doesn’t matter what I look like. Only where I come from, But everyone seems to focus on Making me feel glum. Sometimes I’m simple Or adorned with the finest jewels. Sometimes I have intricate designs Or I don’t follow the rules. It doesn’t matter what I do. Only what I mean. I just wish that people would realize That I want to be seen. Sometimes I have bad days Or I’m casually topped with a hat. Sometimes people change me And I’m okay with that. My culture and ancestors, Who fought for serenity, Did this to their hair, To express their identity. —Bryce Wilson ’25 Fire & Stones | 26
Ace Print by Emma Lacy ’23