You said you
do your hair in braids now
But when you ask me to fix it up
I still pull it into a bun like before
I don't know what this means
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Lured By Life
Poetryso you cry and wonder if red lights really mean stop or if its time to cross the bright highways and be caressed by passing cars because maybe then maybe you'd be an explorer
Baby
You said you
do your hair in braids now
But when you ask me to fix it up
I still pull it into a bun like before
I don't know what this means
