A Poem By Motswalo Manasoe
So, we began to grow our hair
To speak without words,
Of our dissatisfaction and on their arrogance.
Rapidly reclaiming our originality
And so repelling stereotypes
And yes, being true without hesitations.
The school premises
An open space.
Then the growth of my hair, your hair, our hair.
A repelling shouting protest without words,
Nor songs nor cheering.
Though a disturbance to the status quo, Reclaiming our space!
Black People’s Hair Is Not Controversial…
But it is loud!
Its presence is inevitable
Its presence is reclaiming people
Its presence is reclaiming us
Its presence is reclaiming our space!