I’m on a journey
A journey to gain my culture back
Cutting my relax hair off
Was just the first step
I experienced so much hate
Because I believed my hair in it’s natural state
Was just as great
And what makes it worst
It was mostly my fellow black people
Who expressed the most hate
I never knew what real freedom was
Until I cut the first relaxed strain
India Aire
Said it best
“I am not my hair”
But when everything of your culture
Has been stolen
Wearing my natural hair
Remains golden
I walk with pride
Knowing the fact
That my natural hair
Is something that can never be stolen
I can pretend that they have my pride
But I remain cocky about my appearance
On the inside
Since I’ve been holding all this pride
It is now being released
And being seen from the outside
Maybe one day,
Young girls and boys will scream with the same pride
And there will no longer
Be a popular saying
That straight and wavy hair
Is the best kind
