Please don't let this minimalise
All the bullshit you endure
But they ask to touch my hair, too
Is it real?
They always ask
As opposed to a hologram?
I respond sarcastically
I hear the snide comments
The profiling
Based purely
On hair I didn't ask for
When the sun brings out
Its warmest tones
I'm accused of being a "bottle red"
All because it wasn't
Quite so pigmented
In the winter
No, I don't take the same abuse
That you endure
That's not the intent of my words
I'm not here to undermine
Your suffering
It's bullshit what you go through
Quite frankly
It pisses me off
Makes everyone of my particular shade
Look like an asshole
And makes everyone of
Well, basically any shade darker
Feel inadequate
And that's fucked up
My purpose
Is to point out
That we're sisters you and I
Both of our queenly crowns
Are made of keratin
Although pigmented differently
And curled not quite the same
It's made up of the same stuff
And at the deepest level
It's star dust
Because we are magical
Celestial
Intergalactic
Goddesses
Wear your hair
As I wear mine
Like the crown that it is
In any style you choose
Because you are beautiful
You be the African Queen
I'll be the Scottish one
We can be friends
And rule this world together
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
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