African American women are in a movement that is gaining momentum. Women often wear their hair the way it looks best to them. For some women the options are minimal and for others endless. African American woman have often been criticized in the media, social media and the conversation continues, “Natural or not natural?” Many people don’t see why this is even a conversation but because it is and continues to be it is worth talking about. In this collection we address why this is a topic of discussion and share some poetic viewpoints. Ode to My Natural Queens is a thank you letter to all women past and present who have chosen to wear their hair the way they want to wear it, unapologetically. And in I Am Not My Hair, the poet tells it like it is. Women, men, anyone should be able to wear their hair anyway and still be seen for who they are not they stereotypes their hair is believed to represent. The goal of this collection is for the audience to understand that we are all different, and our hair is just a piece of who we are, it is not all of who we are, all of what we represent, and it is not a pass to be treated like anything or anyone other than that which is represented in our full personality and presence. Accept that wearing natural hair is as beautiful as anything else. I mean honestly, it’s just…well hair.

African American Women and Their Natural Hair:

  • Hello my Queens

    If you don’t know who I am speaking to worry not,

    you will soon know if you are one of them,

    One of Us.


    Holding out my hand to you for your love and acceptance.

    A simple nod of your head to tell me that I, the young Queen who is just

    To a point of admiration, this is my ode to you.


    An ode- a lyric poem

    The rhythm of this ode makes my fingers tap

    My head bounce

    The beat and the tempo of the ode to this poem

    To the Black Queens- the of topic of this collection of words

    That make your whole body want to get up and

    Make magic slide across the dance floor

    Hips swinging only the way that we can make them

    Eyes closed; arms wrapped around yourself because sometimes a Queen muse celebrate herself

    Yes, we are worth it.

    I dance.