I was apparently feeling ambitious this week with the video making. (Two in one week, waaaaah?) It’s probably from the kind words you guys have given me. I really appreciate it. Which also means, if you hate it, you did this to yourselves.
As I was getting ready to post this on here, I realized that some folks may not know what a “hot comb” is. A hot comb was my nemesis growing up.
It was a metal comb that my Mom would heat on the stove to straighten my hair. She also had a metal curling iron for the same purpose, but they were more like straightening out the natural curl pattern and then curling it again. (I also had to wear those sponge curlers to sleep growing up. Hard knock life.)
I wrote this poem about natural hair that made it into the “The Shaping of an ‘Angry’ Black Woman” collection. Here’s the video. Like, subscribe and share!
PS: I’ll let you know the release date as soon as it’s firm.