Imagine having a cut of freshly caught salmon and then pouring a delicious marinade of soy sauce, vinegar, sugar, oil, ginger and freshly ground black pepper all over the salmon. Then letting the salmon marinate over night. Then grilling that salmon to perfection. After that you place the salmon on a plate and serve it to your loved one with a side of steamed asparagus or something. Then your loved one looks at this plate and splatters ketchup and mustard all over everything. You’d probably react like, “YO! You just ruined a perfectly fine piece of salmon! You didn’t even taste it! It didn’t need any ketchup or mustard! It already had it’s own flavor!!”

Well, that’s how I feel when I see black women with perms and weaves. Black women are the most beautiful women on earth. The most mocked women on earth! You’re already born with your own god given flavor. Beautifully and wonderfully made. You ruin it when you try to look like someone else. Weaves and perms diminish your beauty. I’ve seen black women look good with weaves and perms though. But I always think to myself, “She’d be a fuckin beast if she’d embrace her own brand of beauty.”