If only these countless strands could speak. my God, the things they would say!!!
Ladies, do you
remember the first time you 'relaxed' your natural hair?
we have been
tormenting our hairs for sooo long with different types of chemicals, extensions
or add-ons, and the hair can't take it no more.Now HEAR HAIR CRY you a river!!
HEAR CRY
Into your hand Lord I commit my spirit.
This has always been my silent prayer.
For how long will I continue to endure the pain at every
layer?
God, this wasn’t what you promised when you formed me.
Now I can barely breathe.
I came into this world, a pure, natural me.
To provide beauty, the one given to a tomb by a wreath.
But now, I’m losing my grip, bit by bit.
It all started when I was just ten years old.
Time flew fast and it all began to unfold.
For God’s sake I was TEN.
My existence on earth had not been long and all I needed
was atTENtion.
But my guardian cared not for me or my feelings.
Had her own inTENtions.
Took me to him, and he ran his fingers
through me beaming.
Said I was too stubborn and needed
sofTENing.
That I was knot-ty and needed
straighTENing.
Although I was resisTENt, he had determination in his eyes
and was
persisTENt.
I can’t remember his name, but I think my guardian called
him STYLIST.
TENsion was mounting and his looks too frighTENing.
I had no choice.
I simply succumbed defenseless.
My guardian, hmmm she remained seated and watched in
the mirror as I
was being defiled.
She did nothing but just sat and smiled
while stylist began the
torture.
He gave me something called relaxer or
stimulator.
Said the stimulator had an organic root.
Whispered that I needed it to be able to carry out real action.
I was weak and could not move an inch. I hated my inaction.
I felt so much pain, and maybe my guardian felt it too.
And finally came to my rescue.
My guardian brought 
me closer to the
me closer to the
mirror and was pleased.
I looked at myself but could not see myself.
I was lost, I was gone, I was hurt, I was troubled and could
not be
at ease.
She, my guardian just stood and smiled and stylist, oh stylist
He was a monster, a beast, I could go on and on with the
diss.
Stood, satisfied by what he had done to my being.
As the years went by, my guardian grew
and so did I, very fast.
I thought my first encounter with stylist
would be the last.
But I was wrong
Stylist continued to perform different styles on me
With his hands so strong.
He would touch and retouch
He would moisturize, steam and stroke so much
Dry me for hours till I Lose my breath.
Till date, I continue to surrender to the
pleasure of my guardian
To make her more beautiful like Eve in
the garden
Now the pain is TEN times inTENsified
Maybe just to be preTENsious, or to be perceived as
enlighTENed, or
to gain more atTENtion
But someone please tell her those overtighTENed
exTENsions
Are extremely
‘dis-hairTENing’
Just like the first time
I say a silent prayer
How long will I continue to endure this
suffocating pain at each layer?
Cos God, this wasn’t what I was promised when you formed
me.
I came into this world, a pure, natural me
And I continue to lose my grip bit by bit.
Oh girl, you are always goid at writing. 'Hear hair cry,' I loved every bit of the creativity. Keep it up
ReplyDeleteThank You Very Much
ReplyDeleteOMG...I wonder why some people ignore the pains of others for their selfish gains. #poorHAIR
ReplyDeleteOh buh excuse me miss writer, are you a guardian yourself?