Black Hair

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This is a piece I wrote while being angry with someone I've known for over a year. He asked the same dumb question 3 times within 9 months. Look, if you want to learn, I'll be more than happy to
educate. But you have to actually want to learn and want to retain the information. If not, don't bother asking. Unless of course, the point of asking is so that you can get a rise outta me. In
that case, go for it.

Submitted: February 05, 2018

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Submitted: February 05, 2018

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Is that a weave?

If you ask this fucking question

I will you answer nicely

I will give the entire history

Of black women hair

I will explain to you

That no, in fact,

It is not a weave

But extensions

A completely different hairstyle

 

Learning must start

Somewhere

And I am happy to jumpstart

That journey for you

But the next time,

If you ask the

Same fucking question

I will not answer you

The same way

 

DIdn’t you get it

The first fucking time?

No?

Alright.

Maybe you forgot

Or you didn’t really care

You just wanted a rise out of me

But you won’t get one.

You lose.

So, is this a weave?

No, it’s extensions.

No explanation

No smiles

I might not even look at you

As you ask the question

And I answer

 

Silence will ensue

And it will be awkward

Sue me.

 

Third time’s the charm?

No third time means

You’re a fucking idiot.

 

So, is that a weave?

I’m not sure

What do you fucking think??

Oh, you don’t know?????

 

Yes, yes it is.

But you told me-

I’ll shoot you the eyes of death

And smile like the devil himself

Then why the fuck are you asking?

 

The only thing worse

That you could have possibly done

For yourself

Is touching my hair.  


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