Hair.
" Hair.
Long and flowing down her back.
Ol girl wonders why her hair don't look like that.
The kinks and tangles on the top of her head,
Hiding behind the straight bits and pieces that she pressed until it were dead.
Twice a day to remove the curls that would only revert back after one step outside. Oh she cried when She would lather her locks in chemicals that would burn her scalp but if not this she'd feel as if she would die.
Buying her child Barbie wigs and and perming by the age of 5. She implants the image that what's not straight ain't right, but look at what's wrong.
Her bare scalp..scarred...
she wishes was covered by the thick Afro that made her mad,
These consequences alll due to fact that she didn't accept what she had.
She would trade that dingy bandana, the wigs and the hats...in for the mats and naps she possessed instead of the long straight hair she had desired to caress. "
-J.Obey,17
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Social Acceptance of A Black Girl
Non-FictionPoems & Submissions as well as thoughts on how black women and girls are social accepted, their pursuit on acceptance, and self acceptance.
