Crown of No Gold
My crown I behold
not many have it so I'm told
I'm not talking about a crown made of gold
it doesn't have diamonds, rubies,
or other precious stones
No, this crown I behold
This crown is also called hair
I was born with this crown
straight our the womb with it
Thick, Black, and pass my ass
until my aunt put a perm in it
Talk about shedding--
It took three people to wash my hair
and don't ask the number for drying it
I was the Queen
of giant platts and ponytails
because Just For Me products wasn't cutting it
teased in middle school,
constantly called rattail
but thats all we could do with it
yet, people steady tease
but thats because they never understood pain
the pain of parting thick hair
the pain of being tender headed
the pain of holding one section of hair for so long that your arm falls asleep
the pain when you're brushing your hair and halfway it breaks. . .
again. . .
And on that day I picked up a flat iron
proceeding to straighten my hair
with every stroke giving into the bulling and teasing
Ever since then its been that way
Keeping my hair pressed against hot plates
Only to defy my true crown
But that was then and this is now
Now I wear my natural crown with pride
And just because it doesn't fit you
doesn't matter to me
For we are all born with different crowns
Mine just happens to be
Thick, Black, Long and Curly
My apologies that it is not
Gold, Diamonds, and Rubies