“No, You Can NOT Touch My Hair” - A poem by Autumn Smith
Nothing is more annoying than someone asking,
“Can I touch your hair?”
There’s a fine line between asking and bashing
Bashing the thought of kinky, curly, coiling hair
But if you a sista
Bihhh, you know I don’t care!
Others tend to look and judge
Like my hair, color, and texture are rare
You mistake my hair for a petting zoo
Like I’m an animal
Then go on media and imitate the style I do?
You get more attraction
But I know who wore it better
Your efforts were only a fraction
A black woman’s hair is something vigorous
It carries history, love, and strength
Even if maintaining it is rigorous
No question is a dumb question
With that exception of yours
I'm sorry my hair is your obsession.