I came across this poem in a book I was reading last year, The Color Complex. I came across it again and wanted to share it with my fellow natural hair lovers. Enjoy!
“To those of my sisters who kept their naturals. Never to look a hot comb in the teeth. Sisters! I love you because you love you.” – Gwendolyn Brooks
You have not bought Blondine
You have not hailed the hot-comb recently.
You never worshipped MarilynMonroe.
You say: Farrah’s hair is hers.
You have not wanted to be white.
Nor have you testified to the adoration of that state
with the advertisement of imitation
(never successful because the hot comb is laughing too.)
But oh the rough rough Other music.
The Real.
The Right.
The natural Respect for self and seal.
Sisters!
Your hair is celebration in the world.
A poem by: Gwendolyn Brooks
The Hair Garden Nursery 