TRINA:

Dirty blonde!

MARCIA:

Honey blonde!

TRINA:

Corn field, barley growing blonde!

MARCIA:

Even a black natural blonde for four million dollars!

All the women laugh.

REIGN:

Letty I know you wouldn’t do it.

DIANA:

Wait you haven’t seen her in her blonde wig?

MARCIA:

Letty’s dangerous!

TRINA:

Fierce!

MARCIA:

Watch out little Kim!

NOVELETTE:

Ok, you two enough. Don’t start with me and my wig. Me, I just do whatever makes me happy. Come Shawney I ready for you.

SHAWNEY makes her way over to the chair and sits down.

But Shawney, I haven’t seen you in awhile. But what happen to your locks? They need twisting.

SHAWNETTE:

I know…

NOVELETTE:

Your hair is a mess. What is going on? Didn’t I show you how to twist them yourself?

SHAWNETTE:

Yes and I—

NOVELETTE:

Shawney, this hair has not been twisted the roots are showing.

SHAWNETTE:

I know. But I’ve been so busy.

NOVELETTE looks at her with concern.

NOVELETTE:

To busy too have time for yourself?

(touching her hair with concern) No time? Shawney, it’s ok sometimes to put yourself first.

NOVELETTE places her fingers deep into SHAWNETTE’s hair. As her fingers reach into SHAWNETTE’s hair the GRIOTS sing a soft melody and there is a lighting transition. SHAWNETTE gets up from the chair and walks to the centre spotlight.

SHAWNETTE:

I got a kink in my hair.

CHORUS:

Kink. Kink in my hair.

SHAWNETTE:

You use to love to play with that kink in my hair when it was all sweaty and damp. Kinky hair matted to my face. Sweat and your love dripping between my thighs. My love and me imprinted on your ebony skin. And you tracing my nose with your tongue. You just loving the roundness of my butt, grabbing chocolate brown skin between your fingers. Kneading me like dough. Kneading chocolate dough.

CHORUS & SHAWNETTE:

(beat) Needing me?

SHAWNETTE:

And we sat in that match-box apartment dreaming about the house on the hills, the Benz in the driveway, the maid getting the door, our kids running around. I said my girl would have a pony and you said my little man gonna take golf lessons or something. (laughs softly) And let me tell you I would go to the beauty parlour all day. Get my nails done and do my hair. And you would say baby, do those nails and even them bad feet, but don’t get rid of that kink in your hair.

CHORUS:

Kink in your hair. Kink in my hair.

SHAWNETTE:

And back then times were rough. Real rough! A can of tuna was an appetizer, a three course meal and a late night snack. And you use to say “Baby, pretend it’s caviar.” And I tasted the caviar. Tasted your hunger. Tasted your thirst. Tasted your need to fill me up. And I became full. Full on your hopes, dreams, full with your desires. (beat) Satisfied with just you I became full.

CHORUS:

Full. I’m full.

SHAWNETTE:

Unbuckled my belt buckle as my stomach overflowed with you and your wishful food of dreams. And we laughed and we dreamed. And we dreamed and we laughed. And you played with that kink in my hair.