My Hair
Jesus had hair as thick as wool
So I guess nappiness is close to godliness
We were taught to hate the hair we have
They told us to crop down our fields of cotton
Burn it, salt the scalp so the ugliness it was supposed to be
could never grow again
Well, I demand to have my head forever in the clouds of my Afro
Because my hair is the sky,
vast and stretching outwards into something more
Defying the laws of nature and going against gravity,
Lifting me up past their hateful words and into the atmosphere
where my tight curls unravel to reveal the secrets of the universe
My eyes swing between the vines of my locs
Because my hair is the jungle
So wild and untamable that not even their perms
could straighten out the beautiful species of naps and kinks
that reside there
My hair is art
Crafted masterfully from the genes of my ancestors,
My edges are laid, smoothed down like the marble of a Greek busts
My naps are a brillant trapestry
woven with heavenly strands
Baby hair a black, thick sea
my mahogany skin as a shore
Appreciate my beach
Respect my mighty shore
My waves are overpowering and have sunked many ships
My hair is flawless
Despite what they say
I’m nappy and I’m proud