As it grows to Boondock-ian proportions there is almost nothing I can say that’s more subversive than my fro. It definitely makes a statement as you glean facts from my choice of ‘do. And yet it is ONLY a hairstyle – or is it a symbol (indication) of something more?
Clearly it’s an affront to some sensibility. But I feel empowered by the pop and ping of each nap – yeah it’s as nappy. And with each stretch, pull and pick I (passively) antagonize. Your reactions makes me smile.
My fro doesn’t control me but it seems to control you.
YOU embrace or reject me depending on whether I’m willing to chemically alter my coils for your comfort. And even if you’re willing to pay for it, the answer is still no.
YOU deny, deride or delight in my fro depending on your comfort with your Blackness. Some have no idea what their “natural” hair looks like. And for the record, your hair is neither bad nor good. Who made you so afraid of your own hair?
This brillo puff distinguishes but does not define me.
I swim freely. I eagerly do things that cause me to sweat and fear not rain, moisture or any weather system. I sleep wildly supine without silk covering. And a trim is a lot less expensive than a bi-weekly touch-up/blow out.
So go ahead and stare but do not touch (without permission). You can copy but the effect won’t be the same. And don’t take it personally, not everyone wants to look alike. This is all me.