Can my hair smile?
No, but it makes my heart smile
As I wear it with pride
Like a Maasai Empress.

Can my hair see?
No, but it has a peep hole through my soul
As it grows like a majestic tree on fertile ground.

Can my hair feel?
No, but it makes me feel warm inside,
As I wear my crown,
Keeping my head up high.

Can my hair speak?
No, but it tells a story about my ancestors
As I let it shrivel up.

My hair spreads love.
They gaze upon my perfection
As I adorn my hair with pride and love.
This is my hair, my crown.