Dear Skinsmen

Nappy is the head that wears the afro.

I am the Afro, your 1st friend and adversary.

Thick, deviant and ponderous, lucky is the head that wears the crown. I remind you of who you should be.

I am the joy when your skin glistens and basks in the sun. I am the joy you get when walking across the streets of London. Seeing your fellow skinsmen rocking durags on a bicycle, swerving across the hood.

I am the true happiness beyond the comedy and ridicule; I am the satisfaction you get after detangling on a wash day. I am the past, the present and the future.