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Curls


I thank God for who I am. The color of my skin, to the curls on top of my head. I may not have straight hair or the perfect skin. But I am me. A person who is kind, caring, and a gentle soul.

Some people might not yet understand why my hair curls the way it does. But I love it. It adds character, and a personality to a persons  face. It may be wild and crazy some days, however, its still me at the end of day . 

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