The accounts of a broken relationship
She cant do your hair today,
why?
Cuz i said so.
Reality, a bruh who do ya hair?
My girl.
How much she a charge me?
About 15.
Ight bet.
Bitch why you a come down here to do this nigga hair?
but wont come to bring me some money?
Hey justice you want your hair done?
Yea ma,
Nah he good now, he dont want you doing his hair no more.
Shit i aint say that.
High top fade meant to stay.
Till later anyway.
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Justice.Owens
I am Justice, my name has been inspired to due to my amazing sense of knowing whats right, via heart and soul, not law and whats told. i was born and partially raised on the south side of Chicago. later in life mom moved us to Minnesota. i have been writing for many years. letters poems, short stories, spoken word and lyrical flower (rapper).
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