Our hair, black hair.

Strong as wool, soft as cotton.

Our hair, black hair has always been a superpower.

Our hair, black hair has always been a beacon of strength, going all the way back to our ancestors born on mother soil.

Our hair, black hair told stories of who we were, of where we came from, and of what we stood for. 

Our hair, black hair is the center point for our communication with the gods. 

Our thick, black hair, long, kinky hair symbolizes prosperity, a strong life force, and wealth in life. 

Our hair, black hair, wool-like texture allow us to sculpt our hair into shapes and figures only clay could make. 

Our hair, black hair threaded together, created designs that communicate what can’t be spoken. 

Our hair, black hair, our beautiful black hair, helped free the slaves. 

Our hair, black hair created maps that guided the dark to the light. 

Our hair, black hair is everything we are. 

Our hair, black hair made the first black woman millionaire in American history.

Our hair, black hair has made political statements becoming a symbol of black power. 

Our hair, black hair has always been a symbol of resistance. 

Our hair, black hair, big, loud, and untamable, has made court appearances and been deemed unprofessional.

Our hair, black hair tamed with love while sitting between our mothers’ legs created generational bonds passed on from mother to child. 

Our hair, black hair flattened, burned, and damaged still manages to survive in a hostile environment. 

Our hair, black hair sets trends and drives cultures. Imitated, never duplicated. 

Our hair,  black hair is the focal point of our identity.

Our hair, black hair the strongest material known to man. Our greatest weapon. 

Our hair, black hair has always been a superpower.