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…
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Posted on July 4, 2009 at 6:44pm — 2 Comments
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