Kinky Roots
When my hair gets all frizzy
With all kinds of kinks
I Moisturize with Lusters Pink.
But when the temperature
Goes up
And the humidity starts to rise
When I step out I get a
Big Surprise!
I find a mirror and
Step into frame
Check you out Sista!
With yo afro centric mane.
From soft and luscious
To a kinky curly tangled up
Jumble
I look like I just stepped
Out of the Jungle.
My hair is equivalent to
My African Ancestors
Barefoot ways
I'm happy to be back to my
Nappy roots and waves.
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