This is an original piece I wrote back in 2011, this illustrates the politics of Hair in the Black Community.
Please, while you look and try to price and try to duplicate and try very sadly to hate,
remember not to touch my hair.
Some people say you know how black women are about their hair,
I am woman, I am black.
Ain’t nothing wrong with admiring or playing guess who when I change my do,
I really don’t care just don’t
touch my hair.
Some people say
that ain’t your hair,
Well dear, whether I buy it from the store or glue it on my scalp or sew it in my
it’s still my hair.
Frankly, I can’t imagine this life without hair,
I mean it’s not that important but it’s really that important.
Could you imagine where we would be,
we, black women would be
without the invention of other’s hair?
We would be a far from inclusion than we are today.
Thanks to our below the belt society, we’ve been convinces that long and pretty
is a reflection of the highest beauty.
Well, I call it culture,
Women’s culture to enhace ya beauty.
It’s funny how other’s hair boosts self-esteem.
Long hair, don’t care or
Short hair don’t care; fuck yo fantasy.
I love and care for my hair,
I love even more that I can change my hair, my look, my personality;
for the next two weeks, or two months depending on the brand.
Hey Misses Remy, Lil Yaki, and Queen Golden Saga, or Indian Virgin Hair..
Thanks for my hair because I really do care.