It’s fucking gel, man.
I genuinely enjoy India.Arie’s music, but unlike a lot if you, I’m a little done with the whole “I’m here, I’m natural, so deal with it” schtick. It’s like Mo’nique and her “beautiful big girl” shit. After a while, you’re kinda just like Is this all you got? Get some new material, lady.
That being said, I am fully capable of admitting what an important song “I Am Not My Hair” is. See, at first I wrote it off as another one of her Bohemian Power Anthems like “Video”, but this song really resonates, mainly because muhfuckas are afraid of black hair. And not in a “Oh Mr. Negro, your locks are so thick and scary” way. It’s more like a “If I allow you to express yourself in this manner, you’ll have way too much power.” This is clearly some Sampson and Delilah type shit.