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Look deeply into my roots and see that my curls are unruly. My curls define me Curled to perfection Every kink and coil Each designed to fit me Tell a story of my well-being My hair is my destiny
My natural hair. Long curly tresses that resemble that of a lion's mane. Oh how I remember the pain, The pain of sittin' in that wooden chair as my momma combed my hair.
Skin is the name for the outer shell that wraps you body so well