What are you looking at?
Why do you stare?
Is it because you do not understand the complexity of my hair?
Let me enlighten you
Maybe shed a little light
I wear my hair natural
It is my birthright
For years I abused and tortured it, I was addicted to the creamy crack
My hair is now sober and there's no turning back
You see I like the way my stands twist, turn and curl up tight
Rebelling against society's demand that they lay flat without a fight
They have a heritage, a lineage with soul stirring stories to share
They have earned the right to be free, so go head and stare
Society has failed to make them conform, despite how hard it tried
My hair is just like me, Beautiful, resilient and full of pride!