Hair. Crown. Afro. Kinky. Textured. Curls.
My strands love to cuddle
Most of the time, I feel my Hair enters the room before I do
I guess that's nothing new when everyone turns, stares, mouth open and perhaps
looking for words that best describes my Hair; that's just how it comes through
I feel my Crown sparks conversation
The way my Kinks can uproot dialogues about my identity.
At any station I could be asked about the vibration of my Curls; how they cuddle and twirl in swirls
Why the Texture is the way it is. How I manage it. How do I get the time.
Suggestions about trying different colours and taming my kinks that rebel
But I smile with a "I like my caramel and how my crown rebels"
I feel my Afro can be that firework
My ever growing artwork that opens networks
I've been told it's that thing that makes me stand out
That thing that I'm reminded by; the thing that gives me shoutout
The thing that grows my confidence and suddenly I'm in no doubt
Tell me something about your Fro!