You want to touch my hair. I get it. It's different. Tightly curled, strong, springy and spongy. Soft and scratchy. It may seem a little wild.
It shoots up in the air, connecting with the world around it, taking in the power of the universe.
You want to touch it. Become one with it if only for a moment.
It is exotic and beautiful. It's rawness brings you in.
Let me tell you how it makes ME feel.
Confident in a world that makes me question myself every day.
Rooted in my skin and in my heritage.
It makes me spiritual and free.
Do you think its beautiful? Weird? Sexy? Free?
Some call my locks exotic – others call it nappy.
You may say its beautiful – others call it un-tidy
COMB YOUR HAIR? You look crazy!
WHY YOU WANT TO WALK AROUND WITH NAPPY HAIR?
That is UNPROFESSIONAL. You look ghetto, street, urban, HOOD.
Why does this world question and deny me beauty and freedom?
POWER. It fears the power of my tresses and miss-understands them.
I learn not to care and stand confident in my natural beauty.
BUT You. I know you want to touch my hair.
and one day, I will grant you the privilege.