Nappy Headed Child O Mine, POEM by Tola Dee

Genre: Love, life, inspiration, kids philisopical

Nappy Headed Child O Mine
by Tola Dee

Nappy headed child O mine
Hair as nappy as granny and that tough old green carpet combined

Yet soft and tenda
As course as the main of a prized horse
Black, brown, golden whateva your color
Your nappy formula is beautiful to the core

A sista’s hair is like the seven wonders of the world
Make that the 8th, 9th, 10th or even infinity
The way she walks with her head held high
With grace, style, queen like posture and dignity

She knows she an empress
Her aura and stance me don’t test

Go on gurl with your fine nap, for every kink has a story to tell
A story of your mother, her mother, your grandmother
A generations frustrations

Our misunderstood hair has been processed, pressed and stressed so we could be understood?

O suga Dark & Lovely isn’t the way, don’t you know chemicals bring breakage that eats away
At who you really are, don’t you know your A STAR!!!
But with your hair you’re at war…

Nappy headed child O mine
Don’t repine
All others you outshine
The strands of your hair entwine like a beautiful grapevine

With your unique style, your braids, cornrows and sista locks
Howeva you wear it people with watch
Your Van Gogh masterpiece

When you become proud all vexation will cease
Your brown skin, round butox and powerful mind
Sista girl you are fierce

So what more can I say to you Nappy Headed Child O Mine

Patience, love of what you’ve been giving comes in time

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