My Hairitage


Mama don’t like my hair

She thinks it’s ugly and wild

Mama don’t like my hair

I guess Mama don’t like my smile

Mama says it’s nappy

I say what’s wrong with that?

I was born with this hair, don’t mama know that I’m black?

After all the pressin’ and colorin’ drama

I realize mama likes ME

But mama don’t like mama

Revelation 1:14   His head and His hairs were white like wool, as white as snow…….

*Poem written by: Nicole T. Baptiste