There is a crown I wear on my head. It’s not weird or unusual but it’s sometime frown upon. I don’t worry about curlers or wrapping whenever I lie in bed. It brings my heart so much pleasure whenever I run my fingers through every section. The media suggest straight and anything that’s not mine is better. I was thought to dislike my kinky tight curls and I did almost all my life. But one day I though I should show and not just tell my daughter how to love the pieces of her being. At first it was uncomfortable because I was living out of my box. As time goes by it feels like a limb that was missing and I grew it back.
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