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Dear Ms. Arie
I am my hair
I am my skin
I am also the soul that lives within
Times have changed Ms. Arie
I can walk around the office with wild hair and still be "irie"
Dark skin is just my color
Society taught me to hate you
To change you
To do all I can to tame you
But I realize you are a part of me
I am who I am because you are who you are
You make me different
You make me unique
My locks of curls
are a glamorous mountain
of blown out dandelions.
“This is all my hair.
No,
I am not lying.”
My locks of curls,
they fall from left to right.
I like the way they spiral
twirling and tickling my neck.
they get prettier when they drench
the floor and my skin.
They get wild and mischevous
breaking combs and little blue balls