Oh, the many hairs of the family!

My hair texture is like a confused bush.  

Doesn't know when to grow nor when to swirl.  

My hair is referred to a sage brush at times. 

I want to color my hair like my mom's; golden-brown like hot biscuits coming out the oven   

My aunt and cousin's hair color are like a reddish-brown color; like a rusty brick house. 

My grandfather's hair is as grey as a patch of grey clouds in the sky

Why do certain smells fill my heart so? 

My grandfather's hair smells like watermelons mixed with a strong scented gel 

 My mom's hair smells like fruity juices and berries 

My aunt's hair smells like her; almost like Jiffy Cornbread  

My family's hair can sometimes cause discombobulation between other races 

The stigma between other races about African American hair 

Nappy 

Wooly 

Kinky 

Beautiful 

Healthy 

Wear your hair how you want 

Beyouforyou 

 

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My family
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