*knocks over an old woman as she slides into this post*
Frenchy… It’s beyond funny, and sad at the same time. I remember when I started to do the “creamy crack” drill as a child…. Then I remember when I did the weave thing, and I swear Frenchy it did something to me. I hated the fact that I couldn’t touch my damn scalp!!! It was tight, ichy, and I started to cop an attitude. I was mad all of the time, like someone did something to me. The constant worry about keeping my hair “bone straight” and my “sides” straighter for more than 2 weeks started to get to me. It was like I was in constant war with my natural hair. And it was rebelling big time. Then I remember seeing Jill Scott wearing a natural in the vid “A Long Walk” and I thought she looked so beautiful and real. Then one night I saw the Bellrays with my weave on and met Lisa Kekaula the lead singer with her head wrap before the show then her natural glory on stage and that confirmed my decision to just let go and be natural. These were ladies who were strong, gorgeous, sexy and funky as hell and…. Natural! It was possible to define yourself outside of the “norm” of straighter and longer. I remember an old co worker who told me everyday that I should straighten my “nappy picky picky hair”. I would just recite my mantra. I have no problem with my hair. There is no shame in accepting the realness of my hair. I feel sad that for a lot of my sisters it isn’t the case. They feel ugly without some hijacked hair from Bangladesh. For me my natural is the real me, I feel like a real Lioness when I let my hair out. Full of pride, sensuality and dignity. I want to roar out my consciousness and celebrate my history…. Now, Frenchy shake a tail feather to that!!!
yeah, us black men had it easy: either relax, curly kits, dreads or natural. And of course the awesome blockhead
and, uhm, the shaking of the tail feather? sorry, me got me a bad back, heheh..
*knocks over an old woman as she slides into this post*
Frenchy… It’s beyond funny, and sad at the same time. I remember when I started to do the “creamy crack” drill as a child…. Then I remember when I did the weave thing, and I swear Frenchy it did something to me. I hated the fact that I couldn’t touch my damn scalp!!! It was tight, ichy, and I started to cop an attitude. I was mad all of the time, like someone did something to me. The constant worry about keeping my hair “bone straight” and my “sides” straighter for more than 2 weeks started to get to me. It was like I was in constant war with my natural hair. And it was rebelling big time. Then I remember seeing Jill Scott wearing a natural in the vid “A Long Walk” and I thought she looked so beautiful and real. Then one night I saw the Bellrays with my weave on and met Lisa Kekaula the lead singer with her head wrap before the show then her natural glory on stage and that confirmed my decision to just let go and be natural. These were ladies who were strong, gorgeous, sexy and funky as hell and…. Natural! It was possible to define yourself outside of the “norm” of straighter and longer. I remember an old co worker who told me everyday that I should straighten my “nappy picky picky hair”. I would just recite my mantra. I have no problem with my hair. There is no shame in accepting the realness of my hair. I feel sad that for a lot of my sisters it isn’t the case. They feel ugly without some hijacked hair from Bangladesh. For me my natural is the real me, I feel like a real Lioness when I let my hair out. Full of pride, sensuality and dignity. I want to roar out my consciousness and celebrate my history…. Now, Frenchy shake a tail feather to that!!!
yeah, us black men had it easy: either relax, curly kits, dreads or natural. And of course the awesome blockhead
and, uhm, the shaking of the tail feather? sorry, me got me a bad back, heheh..
“Do you rememba the times?
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