The “me” I once hated
is now the “me” that I embrace
from my expressive cheekbones
to the beautiful nose spread across my face.
A head full of tiny curls
once called unmanageable and wild
were always a mystery to me
ever since I was a child.
One day curiosity got the best of me
and as I sat in the barber’s seat
I told him to shave off everything.
I walked out with my head up high.
People asked, “You cut your hair off! Why?”
I responded with a smile,
“It’s hair, not a limb, so no need to cry.”
From the fade, to the TWA, to the BAA
I enjoyed my natural mane at every stage
I am now beautiful because I said so
wearing my hair the way God made it grow.
I’ve fallen in love with the natural hair
I was finally getting to know.
I love everything about my natural hair
from the spring of my curls to the smell of it.
I get my natural hair wet
just for the hell of it.
I can’t keep my hands out of it.
My fingers are always flirting with my hair.
I try to keep my hands occupied with other things,
but they always find their way back up there.
Free from the poison that once imprisoned me
mentally, physically, politically, and spiritually.
Confidence is at its peak
because everything you see is 100% me.
Written By Aphropuphs
This is such a wonderful story of beauty. The words you used were perfect! I love it!!
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i love this! you r so beautiful and ur confidence makes u all the more pretty 🙂
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Aww! thx sweetie!
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