She rocks the brown espadrilles, no less than 16 bangles, cowrie shell earring acquired from her latest trip to the Motherland or the discount mall, or perhaps a subtle nose ring. She may work at the West End or perhaps is a graduate of an HBCU. Her scent is slightly earthy and the waft of sandalwood essential oils warms your olfactory nerves.
She is tall and reminds you of Mother Africa. Her shoulders pulled back in regalness or even defiance. Coconut husk skin glistening in the sun. Her hair in full salute to Angela Davis and all that she represents, save perhaps, the weed. Woolly, strong, political. Protecting the movement, advancing the struggle, blazing new paths to tomorrow. Reclaiming the heritage.
You've seen that unadulterated sister. You've secretly said to yourself,
"That style is cute... for her."
"Couldn't be me."
"Sista needs a hot comb and a brush."
But instead, you simply smile and your inner diva gives her a Gill Scott Heron (the original spoken word artist) Power to the People fist pump. Right on!
I am that Sista.
And I will warmly accept donations to the "Give that girl a perm!" fund.
1 comment:
Listen Angela,
Be comfortable in your naturalness. You don't need a perm. Your hair in all its natural glory is cute. It makes a statement. It says "I'm comfortable with who and what I am. You shall accept me or get to to steppin."
Fight the power
The sister who is reminded to make my touch up appointment.
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