What is good hair?
Certainly I don’t have it
My sister’s implants of plastic
Had turned her to beauty addict
But what is beauty?
Ducking what I call natural
If mama made me this way
Then I guess I’m a nappy scoundrel
I picked it out
Cut it and combed it straight
Tell me who can relate
It’s pointless to fight my fate
We all different
But my hair it never listened
It dont care for recognition
Electric
Its aura glistens
Black and beautiful
Some would deem it removable
Curly and irrefutable
Surly a fade is doable
But it’s still growin
Abundance
My wisdom flowin
Some haters think they all knowin
I laugh till they faces showin
I was never enslaved
By social norms
I praise it when i perform
And save it so I transform
Plus rastaman
Is half of my DNA
My heritage makes me say
Just love…
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