“Don’t touch my hair, when it’s the feeling I wear
Don’t touch my soul, when its the rhythm I know
Don’t touch my crown, they say the vision I’ve found
Don’t touch what’s there, when it’s the feelings I wear”
Song lyrics by Solange – Don’t touch my hair
If you haven’t heard this song I suggest you have a listen. It speaks about something that women of colour go through on a daily basis. So if you read my last post The journey to self love you would know that I spoke about not being able to rock my afro due to feeling insecure well after writing this post I decided to wear my afro to work. It was a Sunday and I felt so free! It wasn’t as bad as I thought. There wasn’t as many stares or laughter as much as I thought. A few of my colleagues had a good little laugh but everyone else said they liked it. Although I had one colleague that kept saying I reminded her of Whitney Houston from the music video My love is your love but not only did she say that she touched my hair without my permission. Now I know what you’re thinking girl what?, I know you went all crazy and told her about herself. The answer is no I didn’t. It was just a slight touch an it was so quick that I couldn’t slap her hand off my hair.
But I am writing this post because I don’t want anyone touching my hair or asking can I touch your hair. I think that is one of the main reasons why I don’t rock my afro because I am not your pet. How would you like it if I just came up to you and started stroking your hair? I am not your pet, Yes! I get that my hair attracts attention because its just out there but this MY hair, that grows on my head so No it is not there for you touch or for your amusement. Respect my space, respect my hair and respect my privacy. And when I say NO! It means NO! Get offended if you want to I don’t give a f*ck. But please DON’T TOUCH MY HAIR!