I used to always straighten my hair.
I was ridiculed when I stopped.
My friends would make fun of me behind my back, because I always stood up to them.
They’d look at me and laugh.
One time, they shared a Bob Marley song on our group chat.
They were making fun of me.
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with Bob Marley.
They’re the ones that can’t deal with natural hair.
“What’s wrong with your hair?” a friend of mine once asked me when we ran into each other.
I hear all kinds of weird comments on the street.
I don’t really care, though.
I’d rather they comment on my hair than my body.
I guess if it distracts men from wanting to rape me, then it’s fine.