Hotcomb, Hotcomb Stay Far Far away...
~AKA 'Bad Hair Revolution 2' poem~
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Sizzle, pop, crackle, fry...
Sizzle, pop, crackle, fry...
Uncrinkle, iron out, and flatten those kink-filled curls, black girls...
Uncrinkle, iron out, and flatten those kink-filled curls, black girls...
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Truthfully, your hair was gorgeous from the start, but that's not what we've been taught...
The longer and straighter the hair, the better...
No, let me correct that "The Gooder"...
But honestly, what is "Gooder" than what God gave us?...
We were graciously gifted puffy ringlets & tightly-coiled kinks...
to guard our precious crowns...
like the powerful and dutiful bodyguards whose job it is to protect Hollywood celebs in minks...
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Therefore, Hot-comb, Hot-comb, stay far far away, unless you simply came to play for the day...
Because I simply don't wish to be indoctrinated with your self-hatred today...
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Hi All I'm still breaking... but I wanted to slide through and say Hello! Here is my previous poem on the subject of afro-textured hair for anyone who may be interested:
Thx! Have a Blessed Week!
❤
Tiffa G
About the Creator
Tiffany Gordon
I am a super-spiritual, fun-loving artist, writer, & peer-counselor residing in the Pacific Northwest. I am also an Institute of Children's Literature alumna who enjoys writing about the triumph of the human spirit.
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