Children gallivant in near nakedness
Makgabe and ditshega covering the barest of necessities.
I am Botswana
Adorned in a culture unparalleled.
Woven intricately; sun-burnt fingers.
These beautiful coils need not leave you desiring more,
Halos never looked good on the fiends of hell.
I will not force my tenacious African coils
into submission by all means possible.
Balking at salves and oils
Burnt scabs will not be my normal.
Caucasian hair will not adorn my proud head,
A head on which we (I) take pride.
Pride once proudly given to straightened hair,
Beauty thrown out the window; shameless.
Let the ‘fro flourish
Dare I plant dreads?
Dare I keep the afro?
African belle?
‘How utterly uncouth!’
Hold my head high
Show off my slow-sun-burnt awesomeness
For all to see…
‘Halos never looked good on the fields of hell’ i love it❤️