I’ve never thought the follicles on my head my hair — texture, cut, or color — as a political statement, testament to my Blackness or a reflection of my self-esteem. It was hair. That’s all. You don’t like it? You change it. You cut it, it grows back. As Andre 3000 put it, “every[body] with dreds ain’t for the cause/ every[body] with gold [teeth] ain’t for the fall.” But unfortunately, many people see Black women’s hair, as some sort of walking billboard about how she thinks, what she must be into, and how must feel about herself. 


It’s not that deep.