My name is Khadija Lowe
I love my hair
And how it flows
From left to right
And side to side
I love my fro I rock it wild
My hair's like wool
It's shines from oil
My jet black bounce and twisted
Coils, from street to street
They stop and stare
And say "look at all that big black hair"
My classmates say put down your hair
My mom says tell them that you don't care
That beauty is inside and THAT I shouldn't care
But I love MYSELF, I AM NOT MY HAIR!
YOU ARE READING
I AM NOT MY HAIR, I AM NOT MY SKIN (Urban Childrens Book)
Short StoryA children's book, teaching young African American children that it's not all about your skin, it's the person you are on the inside. Loving yourself from your hair down to you toes.
