There's history in my hair please don't touch, handle with care. It's the same as this perfect pigment, this melanin I wear Richly rooted in my blood Whether dark or fair
Sun kissed and kinked in bliss More love for my 'rough n tough Afro puff' She shines like the Sahara sun She smells like the salt of the Gold coast sea. Theres a hint of the bittersweet seed of the cocoa tree. Feels like the pillow that holds all your dreams with the dry Harmattan wind brushing against your cheek She'll whisper secrets of the motherland.... If you get close enough
She holds like Mina Curls with pride Falls with grace and integrity. Stubborn like the struggle of the ones before me. Gravity defying masterpiece that's just a single piece of me, a reminder of my ancestry. It's my glory, my covering
Don't take it lightly, don't misunderstand, I'm a work of art so please peep but just don't touch.