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
Nails I try to make sense of Granny's words as she drives through our neighborhood I see diversity People of different shades sizes and ages Curls of all types and textures Long braids short braids or twirled into knots Buzz cuts afros twists and locs SWEET HAND Caribbean Restaurant
Nails I hear community Music Laughter Advice Pieces of conversation News and celebrations But what about identity I wonder where I fit What is our history CALL 555-2008 LAUN
