Mother To Daughter Poem by Frank Adie

My daughter, you are beautiful in your own way,
Appreciate your kind, and treasure your heritage;
Decolonize your mind and accept your fate;
Beauty is what is, and not what ought to be.

Indian hair is for Indians,
Brazilian hair is for Brazilians,
You are neither an Indian nor a Brazilian,
You are a Nigerian, wear your Nigerian hair.

Indians are Indians on their head, and their pubic,
You can't be Indian on the head and Nigerian on the pubic
What is an Indian hair doing on your head?
Maintain your identity, and don't query you Maker.

The standard for measuring beauty is a fraud;
A product of a deplorable superiority complex of other races,
Masqueraded under the guise of fashion to oppress credulous minds,
Wear your natural hair, wear it well and walk with your head high.