As The Hood Turns our beauty still reigns supreme. Natural glow like The Sun 'Ethnic' women in the straits of poverty in Hoods across the country wear their beauty gracefully, almost in ignorance of how powerful such a beauty is and can be.

In European hair weaves, swinging locs and bald heads we grace the streets of our Hoods. 

And we are loved. 

We are the mother of the Fathers and Sons who build our Hoods up and unfortunately tear our Hoods down. 

We are the softness that carries our daughters and we are the voice of empathy through the cold and callous streets.

We are the fierceness that protects the young, the caretakers of our elderly & the backbone of our Men. 

There is always beauty in The Hood and as it turns we stand balanced in His Grace.

-Jay Dee