Granny parts my hair in squares SNAP Another broken comb Sorry I whisper Can't we just straighten it Hush Kimya Granny says If your hair had a voice it wouldn't cry or apologize
Granny stops me on our way out the door Stand tall Kimya If your hair had a voice it would sing of diversity community and identity It would tell you stories of Africa and our history
How can hair say so much I ask Granny smiles and grabs my hand Just look around
