Love my hair
I can have straight hair, but I love my hair as it is.
My hair becomes me, as I take good care of it.
I know to nurture my hair like any other body part.
Without attaching my self-worth to it.
I feed my hair Natural oils, so it can take care of itself.
My hair has a mind of its own, as it refuses to lie down.
I cannot remain down, as it tells me that I need to get up.
I do not have to look like anyone else, fake nor bold.
I do not want to hide underneath other people’s hair.
I do not want to go without my Natural crown.
My refusal to bend and break is my own choice.
It will make the ones who shame of their crown,
strike out to get me back in line. The other line.
I have no respect for the line, I prefer to respect my self.
My hair demands my respect as it refuses to bow down.
So when I feel down, I touch my hair to see what is up.
You can wear a weave if you want to, but I am fine.
You can shave your hair off if you want to.
But, I am fine where my crown is at. Straight up.