My hair was never meant to be straightened.
My kinks are my origin.
They curl, locking in my identity.
I wear this crown not to please you,
Definitely not to abide by your rules.
My hair is my blackness.
Unapologetic, unashamed and non of your business.
My hair is not an anomaly or a taboo.
Just because you don’t understand it,
Don’t mean I should change it for you.
Let me tell you what should change,
You misconstrued social construct.
That a black person must renounce themselves
To feed onto your ego.
The fake pedestal you build
That blackness is something needing change.
That we identify as human when we
Have adopted your ways.
This crown, I will wear it.
Free, untied not hidden.
In your face!
So that you can trace my roots.
In each strand.
I am of plenty and of black.
I do not lack anything.
Leave my crown alone!!!