Hair is my story:
I have decided to return to the Pride Lands with you
Together we should dance away our prodigal memories
Move our feet to the beat of “no worries”
We both once moved so far away from our natural selves
But we’ve got our crowns back now
I heard that getting on your feet cost you your voice.
That you sold your tongue
For the power to breathe in someone else’s world.
Well, I’ve been trying to mobilize my people.
Should we just silence ourselves now?
I don’t think my hair will ever fall quite like yours
My Knight will have to be my skin
Rich and Black
With light bursting from the center of his soul
So that when he saves me my life can revolve around him
Do you think he will still love me when he sees
That my hair does not fall quite like yours?
I hope he is armed well enough to disarm me
He will have to crawl through a dark tangled web of history
He might get lost
We might just have to save each other
Dear Snow White,
I have discerned that you are too far away too hear me
I’m not even sure that we’re allowed to speak
But if by chance those “different” people
That look like half-sized fools
While standing against the ivory tower of your skin
Happen to catch some of my words
While out in the fields doing your bidding
I hope they give you my message”
“I am your mirror.
And i say
That you are the ugliest thing that we have ever seen.”