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