Wednesday Wine & Write
I hate my hair. Those damned kinky, clustered, bouncy curls That sprout out of my scalp And spring spirals. I can't stand those voluptuous waves that cascade, God-given and uniquely ours. Thick as princesses luxurious tresses Oh, how I hate them. With texture and shine That speaks Of my style, And body that most girls would pay for. It's those baby nap edges, Tangled tendrils' caresses Delirious locks that shoot skyward That identify me As a glorified queen, That scream my uniqueness, And paints the portrait of imperfect Perfection. From my roots to my smile, I embody my power And my curls are the reason I am me. Glenfiddich 12 (I cheated tonight ;)



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