Scissor Happy

Our hair is our identity. Our being to shape and manipulate however we'd like, time and money weaved into every braid and twist. Until our ends are cut, fried, or damaged. Snipped away by those who have yet to run their fingers through it. Irreversibly bleached and dyed by those too unwilling to change it back. Every winding curl was left flatlined by the heat of societal expectation, only cured by the passage of time. Roots sprout new growth as we phase through life, trying out every style and product until we find one that fits. One that protects us and allows us to be untamed, adapts to when washdays don't turn out as planned and is patient when the knots are too much to detangle. Our hair is our identity, to be nurtured and raised.