Natural Hair Poetry
I thought I'd start something new . . . this can be a place for us to post hair-related poetry. It could be something you wrote . . . or something you found online that you liked. If you find it online be sure to give credit to the author!
The Creamy Lye by Sharon Harvey Rosenberg
The Creamy Lye
by Sharon Harvey Rosenberg
I know the truth:
It's creamy crack
(my private addiction,
a six-week fix)
straightening my roots
with the cool press
of sodium hydroxide
It's a relaxer
tense, my head
under chemical burns, plastering
my scalp with scabs
(my private track marks,
a six-week fix)
shedding and oozing.
Don't Let Our Hair Divide Us by Carolyn Hopkins
Don't Let Our Hair Divide Us
We as black women should not
let our hair be the dividing element
that destroys our development.
Our hair is a unique blend
of the diverse experience
we have experienced in America.
It is an expression of our horrific history
that at times, the white system has used
to destroy Sister Unity.
Yes, our hair defines us,
but it should not deny us
the right to wear it any way we want.
After all, when we look into the magazines of America,
we see what has been believed to be beautiful,
and then wonder if we are okay--
yes, we may say we are okay,
but when we search within
and find that dilemma that
makes us wonder if we should blend
the nappy with the straight
in order to relate to a world
that has denied our beauty
from the very beginning,
then our hair still is a
difficult and complex issue.
Deep down we wonder if our men
like it straight and blowing in the wind,
and then after feeling its awesome texture,
we fall in love with that glorious natural;
yet when we stand against the world,
the eyes of society don't often see
our natural halo as beauty.
And then we rush back to the straight
hoping that this will dictate
that we must compete in a competitive world;
but blackness is a state of mind--
the color or length or texture of our hair
really cannot be defined;
the decision is ours--
we might plague it for hours,
for in the end what should really matter
is the genuine love we have
for our God-given hair.
here's a haiku i wrote yesterday:
Nappy but I like
it, do not try to tame it
kinky hair rebels!
oh and i love this saying that i came up with in my sig...
i'm more relaxed being natural
Kamal Imani made a song and video. http://blip.tv/file/620823
A Google find
Light in the Dark
Ooh, look at you Jigga-Boo,
With your dark skin, big lips, nappy hair,
and large derrière
You fail the brown bag test,
and your hair is all a mess,
Not enough lipstick to cover,
the voluptuous lips, inherited from Grandmother
Hair kinky and curly, and thick as lambs wool,
Even if its braided and beaded, or dreadlocked, its still not beautiful,
We as a people, trying our best to fit in,
Straighten your hair, hide your backside,
pretty equals light skin
Complexity of my sistas' complexions, is GOD sent,
Sistas' sweet as ice cream, lighter than caramel to darker than chocolate
Fast forward the time, to one, nine, nine, nine,
Its now acceptable,
to be ethnically incredible
Its true, 'cause Cosmo said so, big lips are now exotic,
Blondes and blue eyes getting injections, to mimic my sistas' reflections,
30 years ago, these characteristics should have changed,
Little Tomeka being teased, because of the rinse, spin, and wash of our brains
No pride in the darkside, not happy to be nappy,
Too fully equipped, in the hips, butts, and lips
But now dark skin gives the look of Mediterranean,
Hair with "a flare", has kinks and curls up in there
Sensuous, vivacious, womanly and voluptuous,
Synonyms, given by them, to describe traits of us
But not because of us, but because Vogue said so,
And the rear, of the "Buns of Steel" instructor, is to die for
Is this what it takes, for US to close our eyes and see,
That OUR exterior frames, come from our inner self BEAUTY.
In My Nappy Hair by UniverSoul
In My Nappy Hair- UniverSoul
In my nappy hair
exists exotic energy
that has been here for centuries
strengthening me continuously for infinity
allowing me to muster the ability
to see, act and think clearly.
In my nappy hair
The soul of Afrika lives
my spirit culture and foundation
Enlightens me on the essence of creation
Brings me education and elevation
of the truth of my beloved Nubian nation
In my nappy hair are Afrikan songs
that make me STRONG
that tells me who I am and where I belong.
In my nappy hair
There is positivity in a large capacity
traveling at high velocities
possessing infinite possibilities
of peace, progression and prosperity.
In my nappy hair is powerfully
packed with profound principle
which makes me an invincible King.
In my nappy hair
Knowledge, wisdom and insight
have been twisted together to loc
forming forces of passion and fire
My nappy hair
In my nappy hair
I've found FREEDOM and HAPPINESS.
Here's one I started a few months back but never finished. Here it goes;
Yes I am my hair.
We are both natural and
beautiful and strong.
We have both suffered at the hands of someone who didn't have a clue how to treat us well so we could thrive
We are both growing
We are both getting older
We are now both a lot more healthy since we eliminated bad treatment
We both love to be touched, caressed and spoiled.
That's all I have so far.
found this one online..
Perfectly patterned particles
emerging: emancipated, elated,
up through layers upon layers of denial.
Past denaturing chemicals
and excessive heat;
curls emerge: triumphant.
to be ignored.
Blatant defiance of standards.
Despite countless chemicals
and incessant heat curls return:
a complexly simple statement
of identity and culture.
Our hair is
as our land is
as we are:
by Sunkissed Gem
Great finds ladies . . . and to luvmylocs and Hakim Nuraldin, what talent!!! Yall got me over here snapping my fingers . . .lol. I write but I've never written a poem about my hair before . . . maybe I'll make an attempt now . . . yall inspired me!
Thanks, sistahmaryisis! You're too kind kind! And girl, you don't know what you done started with this thread! I think that we're really going to see more beautiful, deep words about natural hair posted here. I think Imma print this out. All of these post are uplifting and inspiring! Keep it up ladies!:toothy8::blob8::toothy8:
What a great thread! I don't have any hair poems but I'll look around.
excerpt from a poem by Victor A. Brady
My hair is the most original among all living organisms and grows like the spiral movement of the heavenly bodies and other natural forces.
It represents the spinning of our planet, the curling of ocean waves, the spiral movement of sea shells, the spiral movement of climbing vines, and everybody knows the tornado moves like my hair grows.
Samson’s strength was not in the length, but in its originality. An unscrupulous someone rearranged this information in an effort to confuse me.
Samson grew weak because someone tampered with his hair. His hair was his strength.
My hair is my strength.
My hair is knotty.
Love love love all these poems! Now I'm inspired to write one myself! Thanks, ladies! :blob7:
So I did write a poem. Spur of the moment and on the fly! Hope you guys like--I'm proud of it!
""Nappy Beautiful Me"
Embrace my nappy waves
they are a part of me
my kinks don't misbehave
to your conformity
Keep frowning at my locs
my twists, my braids, my 'fros
insulting me won't stop
the way my hair will grow!
I'm finished with your rules
your game, I cannot win
designed for me to lose
by default of my skin
My hair will not be straight
I'll never be a blonde
so is it just my fate
to give up and move on?
HELL NO I won't be tricked
into hating myself
my body is a gift
with every hair and cell!
So no, I'm not afraid
to step outside the lines
I'll battle your crusade
and say what's on my mind!
I'm beautiful as me
that's all you need to know
the only one I please
is me, and me alone!
TK, love it!!! Can't believe you wrote that in such a short period of time
Go head TK!!!! Great poem! There is so much talent on the board . . . I gotta get my creative juices flowing and submit something of my own!
How Do I Hate Thee
You hooked me!
I woke up in cold sweats pining from your deadly
fumes that filled me up with the aroma of love.
You burned me!
To touch you left me with patches
that stripped life away
from the very roots that bloomed from within.
You kept me!
So dependent in a way that I could never walk
without the crutch you gave me
to lift my head high in pride.
To think that life would be worthless without you,
because I would be worthless without you.
You stole from me!
Constantly taking the essence that was given to me --
as a gift, replacing it with your mirrors
to reflect the image you see me in.
You tortured me!
Empty and hollow full of holes from wounds of abuse
caused by the toxic disease you carry within your
formula of beauty.
You poisoned me!
Filling my head and thoughts with words and
sweet whispers of self-esteem lasting only 6 to 8 weeks.
You deserted me!
Leaving me in a coma, depriving me of those free
of your mental and emotional restraints of
a chemical prison.
I woke up!
Alive and free and educated to be what God made me.
I got smart!
Finally realizing the only way to rid you
was to neutralize you!
My self-worth is not determined by the straight,
relaxed path of destruction you leave behind,
but the bend and the curve of a rhythm...
I choose to roam!
Good thread! There are so many talented & beautiful ladies here. Inside & out. Keep shining.
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