Well since I chopped of the tresses I decided to post an old hair piece of mine from September 5, 2006. It is a hair metaphor for life, enjoy:
Naturally Me
Looking towards unfair standards of beauty
Feeling like fitting in was my duty….
But all that pressure was strand by strand damaging me.
Slowly breaking off from my own hand needlessly.
So scared to cut loose and put my true texture out there for all to see.
So afraid to display the natural me.
Longing to be…. naturally me.
But one day I awoke with a revelation.
That what was on and in my head was more than mere decoration.
It symbolized a needed transformation.
I was craving to be a new creation.
Realizing I didn’t need others admiration,
I needed to feed my soul that was suffering from starvation.
Longing to be…. naturally me.
I picked up the scissors and years of insecurity fell to floor with just a few snips.
A sigh of relief quickly left my lips,
Walked to the mirror and saw a glow that nothing could eclipse,
I then looked and saw the beauty of all my features from my dark skin, full lips, and hips.
I now was at ease with my self image, finally coming to grips.
Realized this love for myself is my most important relationship.
And at last I was…. naturally me.
Bilal, “Soul Sista”
