My Crown (Poem)

On November 19, 2019, I had the pleasure of performing my spoken word at my school, the University of Florida, for an event called A Heavy Crown Black Hair’s Journey Through America hosted by Black Hair Politics and the Omicron Zeta Chapter of Omega Psi Phi. Enjoy my piece:

No, you cannot touch my crown 

I worked too hard to make it my own 

It is to be looked at and admired 

This should be known


No, I will not manipulate the beautiful coils my crown represents 

Because as Beyonce once said, 

I WOKE UP LIKE THIS 


No, my hair is not nappy 

Naps are for cotton balls in cotton plants 

In a world where people were happy

To enslave my people


My hair isn’t 4A, 4B, 4C or whatever 

Category I must confine my crown which has 

A variety of S’s and Z’s, 

Coils and curls

And different ethnicities


Not too long ago, they wanted us to tame our curls 

To imitate the straight manes of the other girls 

We let our hair turn crispy and brittle 

To satisfy a society which I belittle 

Because they don’t appreciate this curly crown 

And the media’s bigotry is sound 

They encourage us to imitate 

A looser curl pattern of lighter skinned girls 

Which I refuse to fabricate


My dark-skin girls need love too 

Light skinned, brown skinned, dark skinned

We are a beautiful crew

So, let’s wear our crown proudly 

Even though many don’t have a clue

Of the rich culture and history that loudly 

Beckons to be reckoned with 

Do they know that in the 70s and 80s

The afro was a symbol of being black and proud?

Do they know


Model of Featured Image: Shaynah Boulay

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