In my primary
My early years
I blindly let my hair be relaxed
With Chemicals that burned my scalp
Trying to tame my roots
That where never as 'agreeable or desirable' as the white girl's hair
I soon learned to flaunt my curls knots and twists.Then I was reborn
A baptism of sorts
Welcomed into womanhood
With the blood on my underwear 'Don't touch boys' she said
I knew more, better.I grew
And three of my best friends are in relationships
Two with each other
The other tells me of her sexuality— or asexuality
But I'm lanky and 'undesirable'
But I grew.And then I shine
My black girl magic glows
I'm desirable
*scoff*
Not interested.---
So I decided to finally give.. This a try
Although I've written in the past, I always stop right after the epilogue😂
This is not a story.. I think.
It may be
But who knows😊