Wiggy - Gil Scott-Heron

Still, Jemima du-head-ragged

Her 1920 mind was gagged

Undigging how very counterfeit that thing

Across her mind did sit

Wiggy

Gold and blonde, blood-red and blue

Sizzled, frizzled, and greasy too

Black woman still dig imitation

The mother of our horse-hair nation

Wiggy

Chemicalize your nappy top

Comb and brush that store-bought mop

Saturday Night, you storm the block

Paint resembling electric shock

Woman, you are a laughingstock

Wiggy

Baby, we dig fuzzy heads

Cotton-soft, not woolward lead

Brillo crowns we all adore

As long as we are sure

It’s yours