"I'd go the whole wide world
I'd go the whole wide world
I'd go the whole wide world just to find her"1
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I'd go the whole wide world
I'd go the whole wide world just to find her"1
1R3G4RD13$
begin entry here
When I was in sixth grade I came to school with my hair... down. You could call it that. That's how white people refer to their hair when it isn't tied back with a ponytail holder. It was more a misshapen blob of healthy tendrils that looked something like this2:
I was understandably hesitant to go to school with my hair fizzing all over the place, but a few girl friends were relentless on the topic. So I thought, maybe just once, near the end of the school year, I'll show up without taming it, give them a taste of au natural.
My girl friends, indeed, were excited. African hair is exotic. It was many things that their hair would never be.
My guy friends, however, were shocked.
I believe one kid actually ran away from me. 12 year old boys are not people I like.
This began a long tradition of me scaring (or scarring) boys.
Needless to say, I never went back to school with my hair down/up/in an afro. Recently I cut most of my hair off. And then I straightened it 'til my head scabbed. And now, despite the Xtreme dandruff, I look professional, put together, daresay attractive.
But I still miss my crazy hair. I just wish I lived in a society that didn't put so much emphasis on hair. Currently I'm waiting for my head to heal so I can dye my hair red. Red heads have more sex. I thought I should get on that before I turn 20. Or not. Maybe I'll just let my hair grow out and continue to scare boys.
1. Song lyrics from Wreckless Eric
2. My little sister has more hair, and more courage, than I.
I was understandably hesitant to go to school with my hair fizzing all over the place, but a few girl friends were relentless on the topic. So I thought, maybe just once, near the end of the school year, I'll show up without taming it, give them a taste of au natural.
My girl friends, indeed, were excited. African hair is exotic. It was many things that their hair would never be.
My guy friends, however, were shocked.
I believe one kid actually ran away from me. 12 year old boys are not people I like.
This began a long tradition of me scaring (or scarring) boys.
Needless to say, I never went back to school with my hair down/up/in an afro. Recently I cut most of my hair off. And then I straightened it 'til my head scabbed. And now, despite the Xtreme dandruff, I look professional, put together, daresay attractive.
But I still miss my crazy hair. I just wish I lived in a society that didn't put so much emphasis on hair. Currently I'm waiting for my head to heal so I can dye my hair red. Red heads have more sex. I thought I should get on that before I turn 20. Or not. Maybe I'll just let my hair grow out and continue to scare boys.
1. Song lyrics from Wreckless Eric
2. My little sister has more hair, and more courage, than I.
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