Where's My Wig
Two girls whisper something
I know they are talking about my hair
One of them has long straight sleek hair that reaches her mid back
The other has short hair that's smooth and silky
Of course I can tell that the long hair isn't real, neither is the short
I wonder what's the price tag on the long hair
Must be someone's else hair
Or must be from the factory
I bet she can't wait to take it off when she gets home, in her privacy, away from the adoring eyes of admirers of beauty
I bet she can't wait for the end of the month when she gets paid so she can spent the bigger portion of her cheque on new hair
And the short hair! Girl, I bet she spends uncountable hours on it
The amount of time and man power spend on bringing out that "magic" must be a fortune
And the amounts of chemicals dumped in that hair......if only scalps could talk!
Someone could be paying not just physical damage but also psychological one
Two girls whisper something
Two girls make fun of me
They make fun of my natural hair
My hair has many names kinky, nappy....etc
Some girls think I don't care
but I am proud of what I see in the mirror
"I AM NOT MY HAIR" Thank you India Arie
Copyright © Njeri Hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
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