Negro Hair

I’ve got Negro hair
Hair that’s flowing
Black and true and
Sometimes it’s hard to
Get a comb through
My roots are strong
And oh so thick
They tell of my heritage
From a past that’s rich
Rich with torture
Heartache and pain
And endless struggle
Reflecting no gain
Every six weeks
I Straighten my hair
Because the napes come back
And make people stare…
What can I say?
I’ve got Negro hair
Hair that’s straightened to
Look its best
And always puts my
Beautician’s skills to the test
My hair is short
And sometimes won’t grow
But man invented weave
So others won’t know.
Hair that sheds
And sometimes flakes
And makes it impossible
To wear black on dates
I’VE GOT NEGRO HAIR
From my ROOTs to the ENDs
Hair so STRONG it can make
An UNBREAKABLE comb bend
You think that it’s funny
The way I talk about my hair
BUT my ROOTs don’t LYE
So touch ‘em if you DARE!!