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Healing the Black Inner Child

You knew when you felt the heat in a certain area on your head it was time to hold your ear forward or you would get a firm "hold your ear" or just a "ear" and you'd pull your ear down.

Nothing could be done, however, when the hot comb hit the back of your neck, the sting you would feel for the next 3 days. . You'd be lucky if you got a sorry as your mother snapped the hot comb back but she would just keep going.

Everybody knew charge it to the game. It was the cost of having hair that you could swing.

You knew when she did your hair you better fight the urge to move your hand on top of your head to feel how much hair was done, lest you get knocked on your knuckles with the comb. You knew growing up that there was no running around stores, no acting up and acting out in public places. That was an offense punishable by "wait till your ass get home and see!"

As a little girl, your legs must be closed at all times and when you wore a dress it seemed every adult was on high alert to make sure thighs were firmly pressed together.

The pressure that you must exceed the average expectations, work harder, do more, not because you can do it and hard work is honorable but because you're Black.