The black girl wears a weave..
“she is ashamed of her blackness”
“where is her black pride?”
but being black is more than just melanin
it’s skin deep,radiating through your being
it’s in the essence of my soul
the rhythm of my heart,such vigor
because being fierce is in my DNA
a belle..regal,queen in her own right
it’s more than the Afro,for the power is within
even bald, I am still the same person..no?
does my crown fall because I wear my hair different?