Hymns are swinging low
from a cassette boom box
pulsing between dusty bottles
of curl activator and ancient blow out kits
made new in the contemporary retro wave.
Worshipers return from Sunday service
to their respective houses of beauty
where baptized kinks become straight
and narrow as the good books decree.
Jet—Old Testament
Essence—New Testament
O—Queen Winfrey’s Version
These sistas sing and shout
a joyful noise louder than the whirring
hair dryers blowing a hot freeze
over stylish bouffant crowns.
Got to look good for the week’s worst
they say and God don’t like ugly.
I know. Not wanting to be rude
my wild atheist hair bows at the sink’s edge,
If not for salvation, at least congregation.
Copyright © 2007 Amanda Johnston. Originally published in The Ringing Ear: Black Poets Lean South, A Cave Canem Anthology, (University of Georgia Press, 2007) edited by Nikky Finney. Reprinted by permission of the author.