Naps

“You need to pick yo afro daddy,

Because its flat on one side.

You need to

Pick yo afro daddy.

Because its flat on one side.

Well, if you don’t pick yo afro,

You gonna have one side high.”

You are going to have one side high

If you don’t adjust your sight

Acknowledge the right

For me to embrace me

I see you

 Checking me out

You notice that I’m beyond their eyes

Their boxed in lies

As real as they come

Because I’ve got no lye

Addicted to that oh so creamy crack

So good that it burns through ya insides

Pre processed

Overly obsessed

Sodium Hydroxide

Seeped through ya mind

Fried, dyed, laid to the side

And your less than 30 minutes away

From results of becoming

Smarter

Brighter

A little bit whiter

They cannot brainwash you

If you’re already doing it to yourself

Side effects may vary but they all imply

That

I will never be taken seriously

The words I perceive that far less worth

To your superiority

The genius I conceive will never be enough

As long as I don’t conform to the

West European ethnocentricity

Because my hair has too much of

Its own identity

The versatility is endless

With each strand is minding its own

Business.

And

He will never be into her

As long as she has an afro

honestly black men don’t dig the natural

so

She either has to find a pressing comb, flat iron

Or some Dark and Lovely

So much so that she starts to hate herself

Hides her roots on the monthly

Until her hair is as frail and submissive

As her spirit

Is losing yourself really worth it?

Its an unattractive fact

My daughter will constantly

Be told that

She’s not good enough when

Even straight hair comes on

Her black Barbie dolls

Mommy, is there something wrong?

I mean, am I ugly?

They imply that

I’ve got hair thicker than the

Societal comb will ever be able to

Get through

Detangle

All its kinks

It must be straightened out

Along with the way I think

Seem impossible

But your teeth are too narrow

With each twisted strand

Holds a little more knowledge

And the kind of realities

That they don’t teach in college

We’ve all got to acknowledge

That it all started

With the root

No matter how hard you try to hide it

So remains the truth

Whether it curls, coils, stick out straight

kinks

Potent and inevitable

It will always be.

“If you don’t pick your afro,

You gonna have one side high”