“My mother tells me to fix my hair,” the poem starts. Growing up in a Latino household, hair was more than something you styled. Our African, Spanish and indigenous roots all wrapped into the crown we call “pelo.” I have what many within our community would refer to as “pelo malo,” with hair that’s kinky and afro in texture. I love it! But that journey to self-acceptance and appreciation for my hair came after countless remarks, looks and questions (What are you going to do about your hair? You going to the salon, right?). And, yes, mi familia was included in that. "Hair" Afro-Latina poet -Elizabeth Acevedo