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I Love Black People. POEM: A note to my black sistahs My hair doesn’t need to be told to relax… or need to be pressed, or weakened So that it can fly in the wind Or be flung over the shoulder I’d rather carry the weight Like a boulder Means I’m strong enough Bold enough To walk along with my black sisters Queens of Kemet I feel the need to connect With these roots Black roots so strong Too strong to be hidden Underneath something so weak But it’s a shame how we always sweep ‘em up when they start peeping From under the rug Your thirsty roots cry out Don’t let ‘em die out Nurture your roots And let them grow Soon they’ll flow into Tight coils and luscious ‘fros The hair you never knew you had Good hair Hair you’re gonna love so bad Yes they’ll call you mad, But answer this Is it better to be part artificial Or to be 100% natural? By Rachel Registe Posted By...I LOVE BLACK PEOPLE..
Posted on: Thu, 18 Jul 2013 18:19:18 +0000

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