Thank you Mrs. Wilson for teaching and raising awareness to concepts that were integrated in this story “World of Curls” by: Kyanna, Jaelah, Zarah and Serina. Such as self-love within racialized communities and embracing your natural beauty despite society’s standards.  

A joyful celebration of black children's natural hair, demonstrating the beauty and uniqueness of curls, kinks, and coils. Through fun and vibrant illustrations, the book encourages young readers to embrace their hair with pride and confidence, while connecting them to their cultural heritage.

Brianna’s hair was different than all the rest

So she brushed and pressed because that’s what she thought was best.

It was clear she didn’t love her curls 

So she hid her secret swirls 

Brianna got ready and felt complete

She checked in the mirror before leaving in a fleet.

Without realizing her edges began to spring

Brianna could feel her heart start to swing

Her eyes got big and she felt small she was filled with fear and couldn't stand tall

Her heart sank low as she widened her eyes.

“What will they think?” her mind filled with fear,

She ran to the sink and made curls disappear.

With water she smoothed, brushing them flat,

Wishing her hair would just stay like that.

At that point it was too late the bell rang and it was time to head to class. 

She felt alone like an outcast. 

She took her seat

And felt incomplete,

Whispers conspired and giggles spread,

And Brianna hung her heavy head.

Tears fell like a waterfall.

She couldn’t keep her emotions in at all. 

She held them back with all her might,

Wishing her curls were out of sight.

Recess came the children ran free 

All of them happy and filled with glee

Brianna smiled and joined the bunch,

Playing double dutch before their lunch.

But the clouds moved in and the rain poured fast 

With the sunshine gone the fun didn’t last

Her straight hair began to swirl 

Now revealing every curl.

She ran inside and then bam!

She had no plan

A girl behind, screams with loud disdain,
With her hand reached out and her voice filled with pain:
 “Your hair looks wild, a frizzy mess…
 Like you forgot how to even dress!”

Brianna came home with tears in her eyes,

The day had been rough, no joy, just cries.

She rushed to her room, and slammed the door tight,

Trying to hold back her tears with all her might.

Aaliyah knocked with a gentle sound,

Her curly hair bounced as she came around.

“Are you okay?” she asked with love,

Her voice is as soft as the clouds above.