Hair Poem

"I whisper, then sometimes I'm loud

I always stand out in a crowd
I come in naps, curls, locs, and waves
Shaming sad tries best left in caves
My myriad styles are ever up to date
Yet I am the subject of intense debate
The critics gather to envy me
For I am woven with her story
Wear me out and flaunt me if you dare!
Who am I?
I am a Black woman's hair,"


Taken from:
Natural Woman / Natural Hair: A Hair Journey