Hair Baubles

A poem inspired by the art of Nafis M White entitled “All In”

She lights up the classroom

Bright hair ties like flowers

Balls of pink, yellow and white

Some big some small

She wears them all

My fancy friend

Done up so pretty

Now I got me some 

Wanna be just like her

Split my hair in two

Straight line down the middle

But wait, why is the elastic in two

How do I put this on my hair

Round and round and round it goes

In and over I did it but ewww

Maybe another one 

She wears two

Now they won’t stay

But I want to go play

Want to show my friend

My hairdo today

They just fell on the floor

I’m not pretty anymore 

I wonder how many colors she has

And why they stay in her hair

Maybe her mom can do my hair

Just like hers 

Maybe I’ll ask

What could she say

My friend said I can’t come over

Not to her house not today

Her mom’s real busy and G-mom too

One’s at the stove stirring a pot

One’s at the table mending men’s socks

Her dad comes home late

Uncle’s in the yard he’s working real hard

I handed my hair ties to my friend

She said they can’t go in my hair

She ran in her house and came back out

A ribbon and an elastic in her hand

Gathered my hair all in one hand

Piled it up high and tied it with a bow

Looked me in the face and said “pretty”

Let’s go!

©️Lori Minutoli 08/21/2020

The Price of Beauty

Art by Ariel Cruz / Poem by Lori Minutoli

Lipstick smears across her cheek

Her tiny fingers can’t hold steady

Still she paints the required mask 

Bold eyes make men and women look

Plump red lips brings them closer

Smooth cheeks makes them touch 

Everywhere this is the message

From toddlers to teenagers

Models to mothers they all want this

Perfecting the mask becomes her life’s work

Hiding herself in an image of perfection

Deceiving her identity 

Criminalizing her authenticity

This violation of her born characteristics

Not a choice of her own doing

But a deception of her mind 

Society corrupted her mind

If Daddy had only validated her worth

If Mommy had taught her she was worthy

If boys weren’t programmed to lust

And girls not encouraged to tease 

She would be walking unmasked in her truth

Her smile would defy popular opinions

Her energy would attract sincerity

Her need for acceptance wouldn’t be

Her tiny fingers only wanted to play 

Mud pies and butterflies in Daddy’s eyes

Finger paints and silly string with Mom’s applause

Hugs and kisses just for  being present

But Daddy was gone long times in a row

So Mommy kept lipstick in her purse

The waiter, the trainer, the doctor too

Mommy’s mask made her happy 

Tiny minds just want to play

And see things a different way

Mommy was always happiest

When Daddy was  gone away

©️Lori Minutoli 2020

Condemned

Art by Richard Goulis / Poem by Lori Minutoli

Chosen to be Condemned

Planted as seeds of desire

His curious mind entwined

In the idea of complexity

Wrapped in natural tendencies

Reaching for independence 

Striving to be free

They just wanted to be free

To grow naturally in their own beauty

But he weaved their limbs 

Together they grew

Endured every storm

Summer drought

Winter freeze

Embracing change

As they grew stronger

Images of love formed 

Hearts within hearts

His love for this art 

His design now complete

Cut off their life

Severed their feet

Forever entwined

Preserved for all time

Condemned 

Though life has ceased

Love remains

©️Lori Minutoli 2020

Just Passing Through

Art by Shawn Christopher Martin /

Poem by Lori Minutoli

Do they know the terror  in the streets

Do they feel the agony in the cries

Or hear the last words of those who die

What of the gun shots or sirens

Flashing lights and toxic smoke

Do they even know at all

We stop to notice 

The colors of their wings

The gentle ways they pass us by

We photograph their elegance

Adorned with detailed lines

Fragile complex beauty passing by

Where are they going

What do they see

A flower or a tree

I wonder if they see me

I want to follow their lead

And wander to and fro

Take me to the green fields

Where wildflowers grow

©️Lori Minutoli 9/1/2020