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To the White man's image my hair is unnatural.
To the Black girl's image my hair is unfashionable.
Blind to the bounds they put on me,
I fight to find what once was free.
The devil's comb put through our hair.
Black Power
I want to climb on a tower
I want the whole world to hear
This is what I fear
Is this what the world has come to?
