How dare you wear them in dreads on your head, it’s not a right, it’s a privilege and it comes with much responsibility. Maybe you should be like Samson, cut em down and lose your power. Walking round talking nonsense, taking us back to them yester-years. Forget looking like a symbol, what we need is some new black heroes. It took our fathers 400 year, blood, sweat and tears, to build that bridge; and now you’re trying tear it down, walking around here acting like a clown. Pull them pants up, take a minute and just hush, buy a ticket to the National African American Museum, then maybe your feeble mind might just get it. Loose them chains and activate your brain, if you wont represent , release the crown. Do you understand what it means to be black, black is not a color it’s an honor. So serve us up with, 2 sides of Martin and 16 ounces of Malcom. If you can’t comprehend, then check yourself in, into HBCU. Then maybe those dreads on your head might become a promise for tomorrow. If not, then check those dreads in!