Didn't we talk about this?" "HAIL!" "That isn't an answer. " I planted my hands on my hips. "Was there a reason for shoving the gummy bears off the counter? Did they tell you they were suicidal? On second thought," I raised a hand, palm out, "don't answer that. If the candy is talking, I don't want to know.
From childhood forward, our hair is one of the most critical, defining aspects of our embodied selves as black women: how we get it done. . . how we have to focus on it. . . the questions we have to answer about it. . . and so forth.