Yes, my hair is nappy, and it stands so proud,
A crown of curls, unique, unbowed.
In every coil, in every twist,
Lies a story, a heritage kissed.

They say it's wild, they say it's rough,
But I know my hair is more than enough.
In its natural state, it’s bold, it’s free,
A testament to the strength in me.

Yes, my hair is nappy, and it dances in the wind,
A symphony of texture, where my identity is pinned.
Each strand, a warrior, each curl, a song,
In this vibrant tapestry, I truly belong.

For beauty isn’t smooth, it isn’t plain,
It’s in the kink, the curl, the mane.
In every strand, both dark and light,
There’s beauty fierce, a radiant sight.

Yes, my hair is nappy, and it reaches to the sky,
Defying gravity, it lifts me high.
A crown unbroken, a symbol of my pride,
In every wave, my ancestors reside.

They may not understand, they may not see,
The power in this nappy hair, the essence of me.
For every tug and pull, each knot I untangle,
I find strength in the roots, in the way they dangle.

Yes, my hair is nappy, and I wear it with grace,
A reflection of resilience, of every smiling face.
For in the curl, the twist, the bend,
Is a love so deep, it will never end.

To every girl with hair so free,
Know you are beautiful, just like me.
In every texture, in every hue,
There’s a magic that’s uniquely you.

Yes, my hair is nappy, and it shines with glee,
A testament to the joy that lives in me.
So let them talk, let them stare,
I’ll walk with pride, knowing I’m rare.

For nappy hair is strong, it’s bold,
A story of a people, forever told.
In every kink, in every curl,
Lies the beauty of the world.

Yes, my hair is nappy, and it’s here to stay,
A beacon of love in every single way.
So raise your head, let your curls spring,
Embrace the power that your nappy hair brings.