Women of other ethnicities,. Their hair falls by nature. It drops, and drapes, and hangs loosely,. It blossoms against the current of life. At its best, it swirls and spins like the earth,. A supernova of sublimity and strength. And like any other heavenly body,. Or stationary and rooted,.

I walked the edge of the earth and looked down the Great Abyss,. Gaping, proud, endless, whispering words of comfort and invite, calling passers-by to stop, to come closer to the edge, to gaze therein. But I did not stop to look. I walked among the pillars of the sky, and I saw the giants who carved them, cared for them, kept the heavens from falling. But I did not stop to say hello.

As we neared the camp, he pulled me back and held my hands loosely in his. I have to tie you up again. He was shaking his head slowly with what looked like fear on his face. The old me would dismiss .

People do not turn green.