My Afro spread a dozen Natural and yet NOT inherited by my cuzin Hair this long and sweet only comes a dime a dozen And right now I'm happy that it's graces my husband I'm happy that it lays low but grows around something that doesn't Something that can rise whenever it sees me comin' Because that's MY afro No this afro doesn't grace this marvelous body In fact not a string comes from me It's one of a marvelous man that thinks I'm lovely You see, I call it mine because me And ONLY me Can pull the strans of this afro and make it go to the side slowly Reaching a core that can ONLY be inserted in me Silky strans that rubs against mine's naturally Building a bond that can only be beautifully And gently MY afro!!!!!! Gracing a head A head of a man in a rose petalled bed Grease on it's hairs with silky strans of red Knowing a cut of scissors could neva be made Because this bond my afro and me have made Could neva be refed To another human or that of the dead Because it's MY afro!!!!!!! Moans ans groans call into the air Yet a hair hasn't moved out of place not that this is rare Because I have taught my hairs to stay with it's pair This hair The hair of the afro graces that of a man slash bear Because he treats me roughly but do I care No, because I own that afro....down there Whether there or here It's still mine's no matter Because it knows where it's home is....... with my patch together Because it is MY afro No....no......I shall not take a no When I want to braid and pull at this afro Because heck where I go it goes And it already knows There are no no's Because when I holler at it......it does not grow Instead it stranks until it's no longer an afro at all Not even MY afro!!!!!!! Well, let's take that back...it's still my afro!!!!!!!!!!!!