'self love' 'natural hair'

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Snip, snip. Hair falls to the ground. Tsssss. Another of my curls flattened. I finally lock eyes with my mirror-self. Is this worth it? I look down at my lap.
My hair Long, short, straight, curly My hair Makes me different My hair Insecure and painless Tears rushing down my face
8th grade was a downward spiral Like the kinky curls that flow down my back The curls that they pointed, stared, and gaped at.   While I sat at my lunch table minding my own
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