'Mane' Street

I have walked several streets and never known their names,
Except one...but wait, I need to go down Memory Lane.
Take a left, then a right. I'm not sure I got that right.
It'll be so yawa to lose my way in broad daylight!

At first I saw a hairy monster. Oh no!
Just a lady in curly weave, but I'm used to Rasta!
She tossed her hair side to side and gave me a look that made me ran faster.
I ran into a man, so painful. Then I realised he was a pastor :)

I asked for directions to my destination.
Unfortunately for me, there was not enough information.
I met more ladies, flaunting their hairy decorations,
But they looked, to me, like a masquerade for a holiday celebration.

The several styles I saw, kept me wondering what I was waiting for.
Brazilian weave, cornrow rasta, micro braids that touched the floor.
Water curls, curly weave, different shades of black and more.
What about the dread locs, the afros and all?
Rhetorical question, but still.....my afro is small.

I finally saw a familiar building where everyone went.
A place to fix hair and even sometimes get burnt! (Ouch!)
I decided to do neither; I was afraid it would change my scent :(

So I opted for a wash-dry-and-twist style
Something that would take only short while

No sitting for up to 3 or 4 hours to swell my feet,
Draining all my blood down and feeling this heat!
My ass would get flat sitting in this seat
And this always goes on down the lane called 'Mane' Street!