We're as Different as Pluto and the Sun

so i start my drawing process

on my third art project.

and mom waltzes in talking about my two "models"

(aka-googled photos to draw from)

are ugly and kunta-kente-looking.

umm, excuse YOU.

i happen to admire their hair and shit.

even though you just LOOOVE the fact of hair that lays FLAT down

whether straight or plastered to your head.

I FUCKING DO NOT.

you're narrow-minded,

and that's very narrow-minded to say.

and out of ALL times,

when you want me to 

"stop talking about it and just do it"

you say NOTHING about the fact that i'm trying to study

except "i want you to stay off the computer for a week"

and she knows damn well we're not doing anything over break

my computer has it all

LET ME FUCKING LIVE THE WAY I WANT DURING BREAK!

acknowledge the shit you've been waiting for me to do!

and stop nagging!

wow. AGAIN

you have soured my mood.

Going Natural Doesn't Mean You Think Yourself an African Goddess

Black Hair Stereotypes

amen to the article

because my mom and i have fought for months about this.

i definitely want to go natural,

or at least have yarn braids.

unfortunately, 

the whole world doesn't think like this writer.

and that was my mom's main issue:

me looking like kunta kente,

and everyone thinking of me as an african soul sista

(without the salon's care, she says)

and even though that's a stereotype i've heard before,

people shouldn't be judged about their hair.

i don't care if i am.

sure, i want to date a white guy.

and it might be harder to find one that way

since i assume they're intimidated by black women as is.

but i don't care.

because it's MY hair

and i should be able to style it anyway i please

without influences from society distracting me.

i honestly think wild manes of hair are stunning

and gorgeous.