My curls define me
Curled to perfection
Every kink and coil
Each designed to fit me
Tell a story of my well-being
My hair is my destiny
My heritage twisted into
One
Moisturize and detangle
The pain and trials
My ancestors went through
Brush back the harsh realities
Of a society that so boldly rejects my culture, my ethnicity
My curl pattern won't be held down
Or matted to my scalp
For the pleasure of others.
Spirals are meant to be
Free
Knotted up is not my cup of tea
So sip on these curls and
Learn to accept me.
It’s my turn to tell my story of unfortunate events and uncomfortable moments that have truly opened up my eyes and possibly changed me as a person.
Not trying to brag, but I have received the infamous “compliment” a couple of times in my life. You know the one I’m speaking of? “You’re pretty for a black girl.” See, I’ve learned to just smile and nod my head. I can’t risk going to jail for slapping the little incompetent little sh*ts.I was always told, “They don’t know any better.” Sorry, but that’s when my left eyebrow manages to lift up and my head slightly tilts to the right. I honestly never agreed with that bullsh*t of an excuse. Give people a pass basically. Let’s be clear, okay? They know d*mn well it’s not a compliment. Putting my race into a category that limits them to being beautiful. Complete bullsh*t! Everyone knows the African-American, African, Black culture is nothing but a different variety of beautiful. So diverse, and … let me stop rambling on, you may think something negative of me. Not that I care, but I do want my story heard.
I'm proud to say that, there's a movement going on. #Melanin #MyBlackIsBeautiful. It's been a long time coming for African-American women to finally see and accept their beauty. Let's forget the media hype, ignore the comments that our Black isn't beautiful. For too long we've been subjected to the message that we're not good enough. Not pretty enough, not smart enough. That message is false, the media has lied. Magazines, social media, television, etc. Our eyes have been opened, We are enough. More than enough, in all honesty. We do not need the consent from the media or from the world around us. Acknowledgement comes from within, it starts with us. As Black sisters we need to be in unity and encourage and uplift one another. Shower each other with love and support.
We're already in a culture war, now is the time to stand up and become one. However, that's a topic for another day.
