Black Hair is Something You Always Wanted...

What A Queen she is...

Her gestures command a community...

Her soul, aligned to the image of God...

Her body moves to intimidate...

Let the locks swing down her back..

Make them look and stare for she has strong-powerful hair...

Magical when never touched; makes the hair grow twice as much...

Nappy,curled, stiff, loose, creole, long, short,locked, twisted, braided, rolled, puffed, fro-ed, fired, dyed, or laid to the side. 

Her main makes her a lion with pride...

What a queen she is...

A reflection of our ancestors..

the roots of all humanity if you know what I mean...

the power of the sun to grow sun burnt hair...

Crisp with elegance and direction...

Zig Zaged, crossed over, swopped to the side, pulled to the back, hawked, braided or faded

Her hair poses a threat...

Straight hair can't control me...

What a queen she is...

A queen, hair so thick fluffed with nappy-soul.

More than an image, but a vision styled by God

Nor is she willing to deny that the hair held under her wrap can unfold kingdoms...

Black hair is a scarce source...

Hidden, buried, abused, condemned, owned, beat, stigmatized, hated, manipulated,owned, degraded, and pushed to the side.

What a queen she is...