ADENIKE My Crown Is Precious
by Adenike AmenRa
Title
ADENIKE My Crown Is Precious
Artist
Adenike AmenRa
Medium
Digital Art - Digital Art
Description
My Crown Is Precious- This poem is and expression of the meaning of my name, which means "the Crown is precious," and my alignment with my Ancient Ancestors. Who traveled and establish civilizations all over the planet. We are all composed of stardust. We are Children of the light. It is my wish to instill positive self esteem within our youth, in their appearance in the world. Our hair is our beautiful spiraling crowns. The melanin of our skin is a phenomenal covering that is healthy and gorgeous. There is nowhere on this planet, where our Ancient Ancestors have not been. Even right here in the Americas. We were always here before the Caucasian explorers and invaders ever appeared. All purchases are donations to Amen Ankh Akademy. Amen Par Ankh is a Sacred Temple of Life- We Grow Food to restore balance in our relationship with the cosmos, earth and our Natural communities by increasing awareness of Life, Health and Environment. We are a Maafia a "Healthy Place To Live" Amen Ankh Urban Farms Mission is to produce, promote, and perpetuate food, resources and comfort and to grow local healthy Indigenous Foods in environmentally, respected, earth gentle ways. https://amen-parankh.blogspot.com https://adenike-arts.blogspot.com and https://amen-ankh.blogspot.com Call Us-816-281-7704
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January 16th, 2017
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Adenike AmenRa
As a little girl, my Mom would hot comb my hair for church. l recall, sitting very still in a kitchen highchair, listening to the grease and my hair sizzle, crackle and pop, through the hot comb, and going through the fear of getting burned on my ears or face. I remember her saying , "let me get in this kitchen!" I lived in an integrated environment throughout my childhood, often bullied by caucasian children, who pulled and spat in my hair. Every day, I ran home from school to wash my hair. I remembered feeling sorry for myself. I hated school, and myself. Then I remembered one day crying, then wiping away my tears, and just looking in the mirror, and saying to myself, That God made me perfect, just the way I am... I learned to embrace myself... I remember the 70s era and watching many Indigo women wear their hair in Natural Afros, as an expression of Black power. I wore my natural Afro and refused to ever straiten my hair again. My mother bought me wigs to hide my hair at public events. She wanted me to conform and be accepted by caucasians. Later, as an adult, I wore my hair in lox and embraced my KMT Ancient Afrikan Heritage. Now I reach out and teach other Afrikan Girls about natural living, health, and Wellness, whenever I can, using the Black Panther food program model, with Amen Ankh Akademy ACE Green STEAM Home School Network and You G.R.O.W.W. Girls- Teach a Girl, Heal a Nation… "When the student is ready, the teacher will appear." i have created a poem about my hair... Called: "ADENIKE My Crown Is Precious"