They take, and try to manipulate, re-create. Beautiful ghetto girls’ cornrows turned to &ldquo

They take, and try to manipulate, re-create. Beautiful ghetto girls’ cornrows turned to “boxer braids”; Bantu knots from the Zulu tribes of Africa the Motherland turned to “twisted mini-buns”. See they put a white face on it and call it new, call it theirs. Honey, you can imitate all you want. You can take our styles, our facial features, our skin; but what you can never have is our aesthetic, our DNA. Our ancestors’ blood runs hot in our veins. When we do our hair, their spirits are guiding our hands; their voices whispering instructions into our ears. That’s blackness. Beautiful blackness. True black…ness.