Jon Vee's Page

Growing up in Virginia the first part of my life left so much to be explained. I did not get that understanding until I was much older. I listen to my grandparents stories while they sat around in my great grandmothers living room drinking and dancing. The stories of how they were treated and how we could not touch anything in the stores when we were children. I use to say if we are thinking of buying it why can't we touch it? In my mind it was all crazy. I remeber being taken out of my school o… Continue

There was a time when you said I wasn’t beautiful
There was a time when my skin was to black or to yellow reminding you of how dirty I was to be mixed with your blood
There was a time when my hair was un natural

Little child growing up black

When I looked in the mirror my hair was a problem
Wasn’t straight enough -wasn’t long and free- so pressing combs and perms became my friend and nap oh my enemy

After while it left burnt scars and perms left me bald
So I started over and decided to become… Continue