Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs.
Charlotte Bronte
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The girl
tugs the
frizzy curls,
animosity heating
her actions.
She opts
for torn
out strands
of hair,
rather than
her frizzy
mess.
Tears stream
down her
scratched cheeks
from under
her black shades.
She is
so tired.
She wants
to live
and love.
But instead,
she is
slowly killing
herself in
depression.
But she
knows that
she cannot
live or
love without
loving herself.
But what
is there
to love?
Black hair?
Black eyes?
Black skin?
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The Girl (WINNER OF 2K15 BLACK HISTORY MONTH CONTEST)
Teen Fictionblack skin. black eyes. black curls. Why not Creamy skin? Why not Azure eyes? Why not Golden locks? +++ The girl specializes in self-hatred. +++ Winner of the 2015 Black History Month Contest held by @xPicturesque (@depths- @CutieFlutie @IziKing...
