"Take a seat at the table"* and allow me to unwind the truth about this fable
We were packed like sardines forced to flee; foreseeing the days of our wellbeing and the dismay of sightseeing
They whispered in our ears that we are not able, that we didn't look applaudable
Feeding and injecting us with lies grooming it only to become our reality
Punching ourselves only to realise that we were hallucinating... not stable
Created as God's own being however, our existence, appearance and presence was not accepted into being
Perhaps being raw, naked and God's own being could never be seen
We pulled out our chairs
Sat very close, intensely with predetermined minds;
with uncomfortable and confronting truths stimulating in our minds
Unwinding the truth about this; so we took a seat
They spoke in confidence proclaiming that our crowns are a problem
They nurtured us; only to tell by showing us that our hair that grows
straight out from our scalp so gracefully in its natural form became taboo
We felt forbidden to wear our crowns because it was instilled in us that we look like clowns
Our curls weaved by His own hands was not accepted and did not fit the criteria of certain brands
Our coils entwined so beautifully was and is ridiculed in absurdity in our community
As days, months, years and decades pass, we become enlightened. We became we.
So now when they see me,
They don't cross path but stare in despair, amused or perhaps alarmed because
they see that I am strong, not ashamed to carry the soul of Africa upon my shoulder.
Head held so high I couldn't be a subject in their folder
Knowing that I'm fearfully and wonderfully made
My edges laid, not swayed into or among the sea of conformity
They now beg to understand my pot of magic
Inside I remain ecstatic, imagining telling my truth if only they would understand but all so tragic
We saw. We learnt. We understood. We grew.
To be comfortable, to be free and to love.
Imperative in our eyes to arise, not to borrow;
but to return familiar to our roots that exudes glow and say hello
Embracing our nappy coils, thick, twisted and heavy that tells us who we are,
where we are from and where we belong.
Rooted in what we could be.
That I have come to love my hair. Just Raw.