My Mind Is As My Hair.

Mon, 07/06/2015 - 04:50 -- Aldae

It's like my thoughts grow outta my head;

every curl contains every word I done said

every song I done heard

every book I done read

And that hate and pain is like shea butter

that's why I look like a wild child.

Its who I am.

Its natural

and I'm tired of trying to tame it

cause even if I tried I couldn't change it.

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