Naturally Misunderstood
You wouldn't understand if I told you,
About how it gets hard to comb through;
Uncontrollable kinks, curls, and coils,
That sometimes need more than water and oils;
Spending hundreds to keep it controlled,
Using products to make the style hold;
Trying to accept it like we were told,
But corporate conditions won’t let us be bold;
They would rather see us in silky strands,
So, I'm telling you, you wouldn't understand;
Breaking combs, and popping rubber bands,
Or when your hair doesn't go as planned;
Every strand dancing to its own drum,
And it's unpredictable, the outcome;
When you try to style it something new,
Hoping your curls are like corkscrews;
And then your whole mood is blue,
Because your new 'do didn't pull through;
So, you wouldn't understand what I'm saying,
And it's not because you’re Caucasian,
Or Asian or Malaysian, so we won’t persuade
You to understand why we keep our hair in braids;
We were invaded, raided, and traded,
Then demanded we keep our hair downgraded;
I'm impatiently waiting for the day,
We can wear our hair any damn way;
A fade, some braids, curly or straight,
Without feeling attacked right out the gate;
We set the trends because our hair holds weight,
It fascinates so much that others emulate and duplicate;
And we cooperate until they dominate and captivate,
And formulate and conjugate how to profit off what we create;
So, no, you wouldn't understand what we go through,
Forced to straighten our hair when we don't want to;
Because according to the employee handbook,
Our natural hairstyles are forbidden looks;
And it’s such a shame,
That laws must be created to protect our mane;
Over something we naturally create!
Name another race fighting this fight… I’ll wait;
Killing our self-esteem in every way,
When all we want is to have a good hair day!
But you wouldn’t understand,
Wearing wigs to cover the real strands;
Because we know that with our natural ‘do,
We won’t get a call back after that job interview;
We won’t be respected,
Just rejected all because of our tresses;
Everyone else, disconnected and unaffected,
Until they make our culture trendy and accepted;
But their hair could never perform so magically,
Their hair doesn’t defy gravity;
No ability to change ever so drastically,
So, I can understand why they’re mad at me;
Because black hair is in high demand,
And anything but bland;
Doing everything your hair CAN’T,
But I wouldn't expect you to understand.