Dear Society

My ever-so-lovey society

The constant need of justification is tiring

I wake up the same way you do

Just a bit more unique

I wrangle my thick bushy hair into a neat bun, brush my edges toward my hairline careful not to let a hair slip out of its glory

I pick up a thinly made cloth and wrap it gently around my head, pinning it with a golden needle

I feel eyes wander

Hushed sounds of spite and pity surrounding my every move

All daring to entice me

Endless judgment since the age to be remembered

Endless curiosity that will never distinguish

But that’s fine

I raise my voice high to ensure that no one will degrade me

Constant stereotypes to be broken always seem to survive

Submissive

Controlled

Silenced

Abused

That’s not the truth I say

Others care to disagree

I care for my hair different from others

Some let their beauty wring out in the air

Some like me try not to let such impressions contain us

Yes, my hair is beautiful

No, I am not silenced by not showing you

But I will repeat myself once more

My hair does not define me

It’s my voice that does

My ever-so-lovely society

Stop looking for justifications on my behalf

And please begin to look towards your own path