My hair is my crown,
Haven't you learnt by now?
You do not touch a black woman hair,
It's in the bylaws of her flair.
To touch would be to die,
Right there would be your demise.
You would give up the ghost,
Leaving just the host.
You see you can't handle it.
Even if you ran deep,
It deceives you in its twist.
The artistry that goes into every curly,
Only God could invent such marvellous works.
The fibres of my hair,
A contributing factor to the glares.
Gravity defying,
Barrier breaking.
The laws of physics are still struggling to explain it.
Revolutionary work really,
Even with laws?
It does just what it wants.
My hair is my identity,
However I decided to wear it reps me.
I will not tell you a lie,
My hair is my joy and pride.
Don't touch my hair!
I'm telling you now.
The next time you do,
Just might be your last...
-MissB
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Insiders
PoetryThis is a first hand ride into my mind, hence the title. So hop inside, shut the door and enjoy the ride. ----------- This is my first time doing anything like this so please bare with me. Also I'm dyslexic so might have a few spelling mistakes Ple...
