Prolific

I like my roots nappy,
Curls extra tight,
Course, of course they wonder how my hair changes in many forms
Naturally with nature
Transforming with rain,
Mother Nature lives in my crown
I can birth many styles
They call it “unkept”
I call it freedom in strands
For each follicle
I control eyes of man
And don’t dare touch
This is off limits to hands who don’t understand
Unless you understand whipping butters
Ain’t got nothing to do cooking
Leave them shooketh
When I rock these locs
At any length with full confidence
No ugly stage,
Just the beginning of a wonderful journey
It’s protective,
Before you slander my hair routine
Asking why it takes so long
Because all great things take time
My hair is mine,
No need for negative opinions
Or slander
And I’ll rock it any way I wish,
Even if it’s not your taste,
It’s my kind of dish!
Connected, antennas
I like my roots nappy
Curls extra tight,
Course!