The Fro
My afro well equiped with a pick with the black fist at the tip
Every individual follicle leads a captivating trip
Throgh the conformity of society indiduality persists with
My afro, the power source for the inner glow that runs throgh my torso
Invisible picket signs saying you cant confine me to your test of time
This afrois my liberation
My Indignation
For the status quo they uphold in this nation
My afro seperates me from the crowd so that I can stand out
My afro represents everything that I'm about
Cornrows until they're ripe for picking, I let it grow
I wont be dead locked by a dreadlock so that they know
I'ts deeper than a hairstyle ,it's deeper than the fro
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