When baby girl first bloomed, her hair was slicked down on all sides of her little head.
No products were used on her hair quite yet and she was as naturally beautiful as the brightest flower in the garden.
Her hair was as delicate as her baby skin but that didn’t stop it from becoming a nest of smooth curls.
She was a happy and vibrant baby but her hair grew at a fast rate.
Her mother often used a small brush to make her baby’s curls look “neater” as if baby girl cared.
A pink, yellow, or red bow would be placed in the middle of her soft little fro to give her a shiny little glow.
Then baby girl got older and the smoothness turned into coarseness.
Some described it as spongy.
Her mother would use a kid’s hair lotion to give it more moisturization.
However, baby girl’s hair required more than regular hair lotion could give.
Baby girl still bloomed in radiance and beauty.
Her natural hair wouldn’t be a real problem to her until years later.
Her mother could no longer deal with the broken combs, screams of her daughter, neither the losses of money in a lump sum.
Her mother decided to relax her baby girl’s curls.
Baby girl knew her scalp tingled and burned for her natural hair to be “tamed.”
Though baby girl wasn’t as young anymore, she noticed some changes in her hair.
Her fingers could go through it without getting stuck.
Her hair was shiny as a piece of gold and bounced when she moved her head.
But now, baby girl knows.
She knows her hair may be bone straight but it’s missing something.
To some, it’s just hair but to her, it’s her sense of expression.
Others like her rock their fros with pride while her relaxed tresses no longer appeal to her.
It never did as she was oblivious to her mother’s logic.
She went full circle when she returned to her “***** roots” and she couldn’t be any happier.
Now baby girl has bloomed into a woman with her nest of ***** and coil like curls.
Her curly fro was something like the beautiful flower that resembled the sun.
A beautiful brown centerpiece as the center and her curls as the petals that surrounded her.
Her tresses were as perfect as they could be and it will never matter who chooses not to agree.
#OWL'S WORLD
