49.                                    I Love My Black Kinky Hair

 

My hair is strong, that’s why it stands up.
My hair wants to be seen, that’s why it stands up.
You can put water on my hair and it will still stand up.
When it wants to lie down, I go to one of my black sisters
And tell them to blow dry it, so this Black man’s hair can lie down.
When I want the beautiful braids that only Black Women can create, I go
To my Black sisters and ask them to work the magic only Black women can
make. No other hair in the world looks as beautiful as Black people’s hair with braids.
I love my black hair because it can grow as long as any race hair on this beautiful planet of ours.
I’ve seen my beautiful Rasta’s with the long dreads wrap around their necks like vines winding fences.
Our Black hair can be made as straight as any hair in the world but no other race hair can be like Black’s, Freaky, oops, Kinky.

I Love My Black Hair, because it is the most versatile hair in the world, just like Blacks. It is strong and wild like the African’s jungle and stronger than the lion’s mane.

 

They gave out hair a name and called it kinky. Kinky means something else. Come to think of it, it is freakish. I will give it a name it deserves. The most versatile hair in the world. Let me allow it to grow and comb out the air fro. My old girl decided to cut it to the scalp so I follow what my older brother does. He brushes it and brushes it, until magically, waves appear. I’ve only seen blacks with waves like that in their hair which sometimes makes girls sea sick. Gravity pushes everything down to earth except one thing and that is our kinky hair. Think about it. Gravity is the strongest force in the world. It holds everything down on earth except the strength and power of the Black Kinky hair. You got to love it.