I love my hair,
I would have said that if the world was fair.
But the world like a burning fuel is cruel.
Black, thick, curly.
What a mess, no one cares.I love my hair,
It's beauty only to few, it's nothing new.
Washed, brushed, crushed.
I blend to the new trend,
To the fashion I still can't comprehend.
I love my hair.
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Naked Words
PoetryThis is a collection of black girl poem you won't want to miss. Started: 15.02.2022 Ended: 12.06.2022 Cover credit: @Meha-k She's the best, guys! Check out her profile! 💜💜💜