My hair is me – an entity;
Showing me the royalty that came before me.
Royalty that lived on for centuries before meeting tragedy.
A self proclaimed crown, stating we are Boss;
Be it in locs, braids, or a fro.
My hair is a movement with movements
of its own prerogative.
It gives life to me and everything to who I am.
It can be poorly imitated, simulated, but nothing is greater than my hair.
Your offensive attempt to what we do naturally,
Will never be the embodiment of beauty.
Cause we knew what was up before you came along
and fed us lies with your