It was awkward sometimes going to Turkey as a child. The black race is very small in their population (if even counted at all), so seeing two darker shades of children with massive curly tight hair bouncing around on the local city bus in a small town (that you can't even point out on a map) can be very odd. But regardless of my people's curiosity, it was home.
This trip was one of the most memorable in my five years of living in Europe and such a wonderfully pleasant surprise. It almost brought me to euphoric tears seeing Black people walk through this European city proclaiming the truth: we belong here. The blood of our ancestors taint these cobblestones. Our bones bent to build this city that you now call home and you need to – read: better—recognize this fact. So yes, our hair will fly free. Yes, we will dress how we please whether that be in African or Caribbean garb or with piercings & tattoos or traditionally French. We are home.