My hair lays up,
No lye,
However it may go,
With puff and fro,
Curl rivers it does flow,
If I distract
I do not apologize,
‘Tis just the price of beauty child
Published by Vanessa
Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist,
humanitarian, minister in process, mystic, sentient being.
I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.
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