why ever would you hate your crown?
So much so that you press it down.
Kill’n it with chemicals
Frying it with hot combs
Sewing in their hair so we look more like them
Then snapshot the world that “BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL”
WE label it “bad hair”
Reinforcing the idea that our one of our most distinguishable
traits…is something to be disdained.
For our crowns are unique.
We can shape them. Mold them. Braid them up high and low.
Our crowns transformed become beautiful works of art.
They taught us to hate it
Not because it wasn’t beautiful
But because it WAS
The way our hair rose upon our head
And sat ever so perfect
Perfect like the crown it is.
Your crown commands attention.
Reminding them that we are indeed royalty….
Why do you think they always want to touch it? Why do you
think they stare at it in awe?
They MADE crowns to sit on their heads,
WE were born with them.
I ask again,
Why ever would you hate your crown?