Dreadlocks in the Pool (Chlorine)
So, I shouldnt use the baking soda after swimming? hmmmm....now the question what type of soap should i use..... hmmmm i wonder
i can tell u when she sees someone she looks up to or respects admitre yuir dreads or lifestyle ot may make her think twice about her artitude
mine was like that too for 15 years till she saw conservative old lasdies all raving about how much they loved my dreads.. havent hears a negative word since
as it is they think dresds are a bad reflection on them how can they lrt theyre gids grow up to be ..bums..druggies.. all the negative stereotypes.. but when they see you admorred and respected thet have to realize thety did ok raisimng a unique special person
wow i see a lotta typos i hope yoir decoder ring works
Grace said:I usually only get stares from old people and little kids. My mother doesnt have dreads, she actually hates them. Theres 3 children in our family i have an older brother and older sister (10-12 years older than me) and my brother and I both have dreads. It driiives my mom nuts. Plus our sister is a little hippie chick too but she isnt into the whole dread thing. Our dad dosn't like them and whenever somethig unfortuanate happens he always says "So wheres the power in your dreads now? What are they doing to help you?" We're just like dude...that has nothing to do with what just happened...
Thats bad but he dosn't stoop as low as my mother. She uninvites me and my brother from Christmas and all other family gatherings. Our family has a few doctors in it and the elders are all well off prim and proper white folk. So, she makes this huge deal about how shes so embarressed and all that jazz....We still go to family things. My brother an I know that they may or may not like our dreads but thats not whats important to them. They are just happy to see us from time to time and happy that we are healthy enough to be there but my mother just wont accept that.....
She gets really hardcore and says some hurtful stuff to us sometimes. One year I got fed up with it and i wore one of my old grateful dead tye dyes to christmas dinner (with all the doctors)...of course i did have a very pretty skirt and a pretty velvet vest over it. They all liked it and said it was very festive. My mother could have killed me.
My dad dosnt take it that far and he's one of those real old school rednecks that farmed the backie fields his entire life. Wake up at 4..work in field...go to school..work in field...an do it all over again....
It's rough sometimes when my mom starts busting out tears an tries to make us fee bad...i wish she would just accept that Jesus dosnt care about my hair. but it dosnt look like that is gunna happen