Hair me

What exactly is wrong with my hair?
Do you not realize you are in the presence of an African Queen?

My crown defies gravity
Reaching for the skies to high five the gods
My crown is handcrafted by the 
Sweet goddess Ala Herself
Each coil twisted in such sophistication
Each coil in love with one another they intertwine
Again i ask
What exactly is wrong with my hair?
My hair is not limp and lifeless
For it embodies the spirit of the African goddess
There is absolutely nothing wrong with my hair
There is absolutely everything wrong with 
Your perception of what

You think my hair should be.