You don’t know me, my ancestry. The reason why my hair is nappy, each nap is a story of our pride and glory, how we struggled as slaves and how cornrows got their name. Would you even bother to ask if you were concerned about our past? I am that little girl whose smile could light up the world but who had to sit in the back because Blacks were not allowed. You don’t know me because if you knew me you could see that you are me!
