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Born to love Taught to hate Stranded between nature and nurture. Your soul and your skin furiously debate until your skin
growing up I was taught that the straighter and more constraint my hair was then the neater it looked blow dry it, flat iron it and just put it away and why? because for some reason
I write because it seems that's all I can do. I write because I love you. It's a matter of understanding, of liberating The heart and soul and mind And find the talisman that will bring you spirit and joy
All my things jumbled because the mind is not: and I’ve nothing to reference, so am I truly me?