The valley of decision this may be
But I'm convicted, compelled to let me become me
I've slicked it and relaxed it and wrapped it and blown it
I've heated it and pulled it and shined it and fried it
Oh, but the time is here
I'm gonna let this stuff disappear
That old stuff that ain't my own
Gonna let my hair waltz on "back home"
As I write I can feel the realness appear
It's the real me coming through -- authentic, sincere
Tightly curled, kinked, and powerful indeed
Love, freedom and nurturing is all it's gonna need
To blossom the way it was meant to be
strong, beautiful, napptural and free
Rhonda Rogers
