What Good’s A White Face, She Ain’t Even Got Good Hair?

Mothers, Daughters, Hair and Race

Just me and my hair: Photo is mine

What good’s a white face when she ain’t even got good hair?

I still remember the day those words flew out of my mother’s mouth. I was 6. I carried it with me all these years. I’m almost 53. I’ve hated my hair for most of those years.