My Nappy Valentine
Ok, I’m no Staceyann Chin or any other poetic diva, but here’s my best spur of the moment valentine salute to my nappy head. But first, I decided to try out RockYou.com to create a little flick of my nappy looks. It’s set to music (Revolution by Nina Simone), so when you click the link pump up the volume or just check the embedded flick below.
If you don’t get the music (I’m not getting it to work now) just click this link instead:
My insecurities disclaimer…I prefer life behind a lens, not in front of it, so don’t get all pissy if you’re not amused my infinitely mediocre presentation.
Poem- My Nappy Valentine
Blessed be my nappy valentine…kinky, wavy, twisted, straight as fuck, up, or down…I love you just the same…
You’re just as moody as I am…my nappy valentine…bossy, wild, nonconforming, even festive sometimes…
Today, while the Pagan Pleasers run around buying candy, expensive dinners, jewelry, and pretentious cards, I will simply celebrate you. I heart you, girl! Your woolly madness turns me on. Let me run my fingers through you…until they get stuck…hmmm, maybe I’ll just pat you instead…
Baby, it’s just love…even when you rebel with occasional specks of gray and a kitchen that would make Kunta Kente cry “Toby!” at the sight of you…I fight right back and turn you into shades of brown and honey and smother you in gels and conditioners…
Together, we are a sculpted work of art…and I love you…My Nappy Valentine….
the above is an Affrodite original stream of consciousness, 2/14/2008…don’t be stealin’ my shit! 😉
Peace and Love
~Affrodite
