all our life we are told to tame our mane told to tie up that tangled mess or cut it because people cannot stand to see it go past our butts
they scream savage at the sight of our luscious hair mothers even tell their daughters to keep their hair up when they are around us as if every woman with long hair harbors head louse
they tell us we look like jungle women little do they know that its who we are we are the descendants of powerful jungle women
women who lead tribes women who bore chiefs women who were the hearts of the family
men are challenged when they see our long straight, wavy, or curly hair being worn so openly these are the men that tell us to chop our beautiful locks
I want to tell you, my sisters keep those locks grow them till they touch the ground adorn them with flowers let your mane smell like the ocean show your power
to all my pacific island sisters, never cut your hair because you are ashamed of its unruliness. do what you want to your own hair and never because of someone else, especially a man. in my culture, the women only cut their hair when the island was threatened by a big fish who was eating away at the island. all the women knew that only a net of their hair could capture the fish. they wove the net and captured the fish faster the men ever could.