Sunday, August 3, 2008
Saturday, August 2, 2008
hair days
Good Hair Bad Hair
Now what does it mean, to have some good hair
Is it hair that is better, never needs no repair
And what does it mean, to have some bad hair
Is it always the hair, that needs some repairs
Good hair and bad hair, what does all this mean
Is this all just some myths, or something we dream
Please tell us my sistahs, why is Afrikan hair bad
It started from childhood, oh how dreadfully sad
The torture, the heat , the burns, and the jerks
Everythang was tried, to see what would work
Now hair comes in textures, not good bad like grades
Has none’n to do with grades, how we have been played
We want “good” hair, that’s what Black women say
But Black women have “good” hair, don’t wish it away
So what my sistahs, does "good" hair really mean
Its hair that is healthy, at its best and its clean
Get “bad” hair out, of your vocabulary and mind
Cuz its time for a new attitude, that you should define
Black women should define, their “own” beauty that’s good
And change their ideals, from adults back to their childhood
Caucasian beauty, is not beauty to enshrine
Our lips, hips and skin, are much more defined
Why crave the Caucasian’s standards, that are vastly well known
When our own natural beauty, has vitality and life of its own
Priestess Jywanza ~)o(~
Now what does it mean, to have some good hair
Is it hair that is better, never needs no repair
And what does it mean, to have some bad hair
Is it always the hair, that needs some repairs
Good hair and bad hair, what does all this mean
Is this all just some myths, or something we dream
Please tell us my sistahs, why is Afrikan hair bad
It started from childhood, oh how dreadfully sad
The torture, the heat , the burns, and the jerks
Everythang was tried, to see what would work
Now hair comes in textures, not good bad like grades
Has none’n to do with grades, how we have been played
We want “good” hair, that’s what Black women say
But Black women have “good” hair, don’t wish it away
So what my sistahs, does "good" hair really mean
Its hair that is healthy, at its best and its clean
Get “bad” hair out, of your vocabulary and mind
Cuz its time for a new attitude, that you should define
Black women should define, their “own” beauty that’s good
And change their ideals, from adults back to their childhood
Caucasian beauty, is not beauty to enshrine
Our lips, hips and skin, are much more defined
Why crave the Caucasian’s standards, that are vastly well known
When our own natural beauty, has vitality and life of its own
Priestess Jywanza ~)o(~
Black Women's Hair Poetry
Who am I They say clothes make the man
But good hair makes the woman
Or so it seems for the sistahs
Always comparing,
contrasting, complaining
Does it line up with what is good?
Does it flow?
Does it hang?
Does it blow in the wind?
Is it straight? (oh glory!)
Fine and loosely
curly? (good enough)
Don't let it be bad!
Tight kinky curls
Thick wiry coils
Big poofy fro
In defiance of gravity
Girl, do something with that mess!
You're only as good as your hair
Or so it seems for the sistahs
The unblessed ones run for help
To tame the defiant fro
Burning chemicals
Damaging heat
Heavy grease
Anything to make it lay down
Flat and straight and good
Don't let it go back!
But then comes the side effects
Of superficial good hair
Thinning strands
losing their fullness
Raggedy ends
constantly breaking
Receding hairlines
Resorting to wigs
and weaves and extensions
No hair is better than bad hair
Or so it seems for the sistahs
Is this the way we want it?
No appreciation for natural beauty
Degrading what God gave us
Shackled to the lye
Bondage passed from
one generation to another
Striving for the unnatural standard
Of straight, sleek and shiny
Good hair is sought at all costs
Or so it seems for the sistahs
My hair is a weapon
during the time
when my voice wasn't heard
My past stands alone so
eager to conquer the enemy
I am not ashamed of
my thickness cause
Courage, Strength, and
Wisdom is what it carries
My roots would rise
up with pride,
dignity, and honor
It will project
at that blue-eyed
devil with burning eyes
My locs will then break
out in sweat
ready to take on
this cowardly bastard
When your bickering starts
I knott up and grow
thick as cotton
that lies peaceful
in the 98 sun
As the blazing would
radiate down
on my weapon it would
fight back and
become coarse, knotted,
and loc
My My how napeness
will take charge
with toughness, roughness,
and harshness
But kinkness always found
a way to come undone
You will no longer reprimand me
You will no longer deplore me
You will explore me
I will stand up and load my
weapon with powerful ammunition
You will then represent me
from my struggle of my past
You will then retreat me
to the highest horizon
My roots will then become
embedded into your soul
As you crumble into the ground
I will then celebrate on Sunday
My best dress and stocking
will move with joyfulness
My weapon will then be
greased and oiled as it shines
I will then press out the sorrow,
hostility, pain, and anguish
that you have cause
Oh how I see you surrender to me
My sista's and brotha's will be
called upon about the good news
So you want to know who am I
I am a weapon that is
represented from
the pain of my past to the crown
of my head, to the soles of my feet.
Shine on
Zay
But good hair makes the woman
Or so it seems for the sistahs
Always comparing,
contrasting, complaining
Does it line up with what is good?
Does it flow?
Does it hang?
Does it blow in the wind?
Is it straight? (oh glory!)
Fine and loosely
curly? (good enough)
Don't let it be bad!
Tight kinky curls
Thick wiry coils
Big poofy fro
In defiance of gravity
Girl, do something with that mess!
You're only as good as your hair
Or so it seems for the sistahs
The unblessed ones run for help
To tame the defiant fro
Burning chemicals
Damaging heat
Heavy grease
Anything to make it lay down
Flat and straight and good
Don't let it go back!
But then comes the side effects
Of superficial good hair
Thinning strands
losing their fullness
Raggedy ends
constantly breaking
Receding hairlines
Resorting to wigs
and weaves and extensions
No hair is better than bad hair
Or so it seems for the sistahs
Is this the way we want it?
No appreciation for natural beauty
Degrading what God gave us
Shackled to the lye
Bondage passed from
one generation to another
Striving for the unnatural standard
Of straight, sleek and shiny
Good hair is sought at all costs
Or so it seems for the sistahs
My hair is a weapon
during the time
when my voice wasn't heard
My past stands alone so
eager to conquer the enemy
I am not ashamed of
my thickness cause
Courage, Strength, and
Wisdom is what it carries
My roots would rise
up with pride,
dignity, and honor
It will project
at that blue-eyed
devil with burning eyes
My locs will then break
out in sweat
ready to take on
this cowardly bastard
When your bickering starts
I knott up and grow
thick as cotton
that lies peaceful
in the 98 sun
As the blazing would
radiate down
on my weapon it would
fight back and
become coarse, knotted,
and loc
My My how napeness
will take charge
with toughness, roughness,
and harshness
But kinkness always found
a way to come undone
You will no longer reprimand me
You will no longer deplore me
You will explore me
I will stand up and load my
weapon with powerful ammunition
You will then represent me
from my struggle of my past
You will then retreat me
to the highest horizon
My roots will then become
embedded into your soul
As you crumble into the ground
I will then celebrate on Sunday
My best dress and stocking
will move with joyfulness
My weapon will then be
greased and oiled as it shines
I will then press out the sorrow,
hostility, pain, and anguish
that you have cause
Oh how I see you surrender to me
My sista's and brotha's will be
called upon about the good news
So you want to know who am I
I am a weapon that is
represented from
the pain of my past to the crown
of my head, to the soles of my feet.
Shine on
Zay
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