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.
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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😊
