Who are you? Who are you? I am… WHO ARE YOU, wanting to be?
I am.. Tell me who do you see? Can you point to which image is you?
Now, which image do you think is a depiction of perfection, of beauty?
Beauty can be power… remember… So when did we start idolizing those people as the most magnificent things to walk this earth, our nation? Who taught us what beauty is without teaching US that we are all beautiful?
Hair so thick and corse. Nappy! Born naturally curly and rough around the edges. You go the parlor to bleach your hair in a sink filled with unknown chemicals. Immersing your history of a family with beautiful hair into a bowl to straighten and alter what’s left of you. Who are you? Who are you, running from or running to?
Whipping your fake hair back and forth, imitating what you think is beautiful. Born with natural beauty, but you hide it. You choose to flaunt something that is not even yours, something that suppresses who you are.
Do you know who you are?
