My hair grows up

My hair grows UP
the weight of the world is held up by my hair
Each coil n curls holds things that’s unfair
The kitchen controls all the thoughts I bare
The edges lessen  because all I fear
The middle the middle is tender and at the same time Brittle no you can’t touch it you won’t understand the things captured by the middle
My hair grows up because the sun needs somewhere to rest
My hair holds it’s rays at best
This Afro you see is the sun Stretching n breathing life into me
my hair Grows up and covers me