The wind wants to comb my har but gets tangled in its snare.
my wooly bend of kinks and bends has now got them all to stare.
i didnt ask for this texture but its the only one i wish to be next to.
i can braid it , blade it, grow it hide it show it , its always there.
right in place , it doesnt fall into my face.
my barber is the best barber he can cut it into shapes.
i can tape it fade it wear it long shave it.
but it will always be my sexy kinky curls black hair.