Personal Accpetance
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I was tired of the conformity,
I had finally found myself.
The braids hid the real me,
Long and black,
Suffocating my true self.
The words were thrown,
Like blows from hands,
You have no hair,
We've all heard that phrase, "Out with the old and in with the new,"
But who knows what this change will mold her into?
Sure it will be different, it will be a new venture,
