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I knew her one time, met her on the street outside our library Her black braids entangled, an greying Her scent of peppermint and wood reeked loudly Her voice even stronger against the strong bearded wind.
I am a Nappy headed woman, I love my naps...I love my curls...I love my dreads.. I refuse to let anyone put chemicals in my head...
Given the opportunity to share my point of view... I wish my professor can see that i am more than just a mere name on a sheet of paper I am  more than just another body in a desk
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