Little girl with the press and curls Age 8 I got a jerry curl 13 and I got a relaxer I was the source of so much laughter 15 when it all broke off 18 when I went all natural February 2002 I went on and did what I had to do
Cuz it was time to change my life To become the woman that I am inside 97 dread locs all grown I looked in the mirror for the first time and saw that (hey)
I am not my hair I am not this skin I am not your expectations (no) I am not my hair I am not this skin I am the soul that lives within
What she do to her? I don’t know; it look crazy! I like it. I might do that. I wouldn’t go that far.
Good hair means curls and waves. Bad hair means you look like a slave At the turn of the century Its time for us to redefine who we be You can shave it off like a South African beauty Got in on “loc” like Bob Marley You can rock it straight like Oprah Winfrey It’s not what’s on your head, it’s what’s underneath (say hey)
I am not my hair I am not this skin I am not your expectations (no) I am not my hair I am not this skin I am the soul that lives within
Does the way I wear my hair make me a better person Does the way I wear my hair make me a better friend Does the way I wear my hair determine my integrity Expressing my creativity
Breast cancer and chemotherapy Took away her crown and glory She promised God if she was to survive She would enjoy everyday of her life On national television her diamond eyes are sparkling Baldheaded like a full moon shining Singing out to the whole wide world like hey
I am not my hair I am not this skin I am not your expectations (no) I am not my hair I am not this skin I am the soul that lives within
If I wanna shave it close or I wanna rock locs That don’t take a bit away from this soul that I got
If I wanna wear it braided all down my back I don’t see nothing wrong with that
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