My Kufi

My Kufi
You were not always Kufi
You started from baseball cap
In the colors of Detroit Tigers you came along
Albeit not a fan, but gorgeous you were
When the seasons shifted you changed your colors
In the months of cold, you gave me the warmth in the form of hat
You evolved in many fashions and customs: until you became part of me
My kufi, wherever I go, you accompany me
Brown, black, white and many colors do I have you
You are part of me, representing my inner truth of uniqueness
Raising the curiosity among strangers
Although some wear you as a tradition, I wear you as part of me
You never demand much from me, but my acceptance
No longer the cold season separates us, you are forever part of me

Sadiiq Ashuhle
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