Jessie Perozo

Jagged Little Pills...

Christmas Eve 1983 I can still smell the sulphur and feel the scabs on my head. My head was a mine field of sticky, bloody patches. I would pick on them and pull whole strands of my hair out. My grandmother, that evil witch, relaxed my hair at 4 years old. She was told by a friend just as shady as her, both in their hot pink foam rollers as they sat and sipped on their Bustelo...that if she put chemicals on my scalp, my 3rd eye would calcify and close. It burned so bad.