AFROA Poem by H. A. M.It's just a hair thing.
AFRO
By the power of my afro
I get
looks and words
Respect and dissed
Accepted and rejected.
Sometimes loved.
Sometimes hated.
Yet it’s not so much as what grows
on my head but what grows under it.
Okay?
My afro
is so righteous.
It won’t lay down for nobody.
“Then straiten it out.”
What!?!?
Like it’s bad hair.
It was good when it grew out
of my head!
What else is there?
An afro like this is meant to be talked about.
On display
Like the ring you can’t afford.
Or a quiet rebellion
for the fades and the business attire
Some say
“you got too much hair”
Too much or who?
You?
Not me.
I ain’t got enough don’t you see?
It’s good for twisting
And maybe a blowout.
But it’s like a trophy on my head.
See?
That’s what I’m talking about!
By it’s power…
I intimidate
those that associate
the length
with hate.
Not so.
By it’s power…
I let others know
I’m accepting of me.
It’s the middle finger for
the status quo.
I gotta let it grow!
By it’s power…
Ethnicity and heritage
are no longer questioned.
Yet still talked about.
I won’t forget to mention…
It’s free thought extending it self.
Reaching out for
More atmosphere.
Parading it self
A slow float for all to see.
I gotta let it grow.
Maybe tomorrow it won’t be there.
Right now…
Let me wear
the crown of my youth
and wait for wisdom to show
in shades of gray.
Okay?
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