I have to attest to the naturalness
That beckons from within
Callin my name to…..
Let it out.
Let it flow.
Let what God gave me...
Grow.
These curly roots…
Or are they wavy straight?
I’ve never knownBecause of a black woman’s hate.
They’ve barely shown.
I have to attest to the naturalness
My God given hair
My kinky curly mane
The coarseness,
The nappyness
The curly that wants to be
Happiness.
Britjanee
