African Beauty
She sat in her fox coat chair behind her white pearl desk.
She pulled on the diamond handle to reveal a drawer full of Cantu creams, Shea Moister and As I Am products;
something a women with straight hair is unfamiliar with.
She was a black successful women,
with her confidence held by her kinky hair, something the world loathes.
A confidence that could not be destroyed.
The "How do you do that"
and the "What did you use"
kept her ego high.
Preparing for a wash, she pulled out her oils:
almond, coconut and black seed oil; something a women with straight hair is unfamiliar with.
She lather her hair, slipping her hands through the curls that were as tight as the smile she saw in the mirror.
No one could stop her,
no one could stop her curls, she knew she had hair like no other, so she embraced it like no other would.
She's a African Beauty.
