Don’t touch my hair

Or should I say my crown

Without permission, you touch

And I am let down.

What would make the message clear?

I am not an exhibit at the zoo

But when I react

I get a “what’s wrong with you?”

How degrading it feels

For you to stretch your judgments

twirl them through my hair

Then ask why it gets stuck in there

Don’t touch my hair

You’re not asked if your hair is done

How many times do you wash it?

Or Exactly, where did you get it from?

Weave or braids

Natural or waves

This took time to lay

Edges and all

everything has a place

A number of creams and gels

My crown holds up well.

Every one of my curls has character

Moisturized with self-worth and wealth

Don’t touch my hair

Don’t touch my crown

It is what I’ve been blessed with

I just want my crown to be at peace.

To be a queen without the touching and questions

please.