Dude. Do you know how much I wish it didn’t bother me that 99% of the people who stop me to tell me my hair is beautiful are White? Most of the time, they just stare and I hear them tell their wife/husband/kids/whoever. “Wow, I’ve never seen hair like that; that’s cool,” or whatever, but they’re still more likely to compliment my Afro Patronus than any Black people who see me, who instinctively turn their nose up at my hair.
Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot you’re so much better than me because this doesn’t look just like the hair that grows out of your head. I’m also sorry that my hair is thicker, denser, and more flexible than yours. Truly sorry that on my journey to natural hair I have not only learned to accept what grows from my scalp, but the width of my nose, the hair on my arms, and many other things I used to hate about myself; so that I now walk by you with my chin up and all the confidence in the world because I feel empowered through my afro. Sorry there are only a handful of people in this tiny little city willing to go against the grain, your advice, and any myths you believe about natural hair to allow it to grow and exist without chemically treating it, making the few of us rare sights.
Actually, I’m not sorry. What I am sorry for is the fact that your head is stuck that far up your ass. I don’t have that problem because my hair is too big to fit up there, anyway. Get used to it.