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Hair Slaves


Burned and forced to lay down against her will because when she curled up it was never enough She didnt want to be straight forward like the norm she knew she was different yet torment was something she so often was subject to Forced into awkward positions to look nice so often surrounded by fake all her life begging just to be free for one night If only you aknowledge her beauty youll be fine cause see natural hair is magical it flaunts the beauty of modern black queens that in most cases these days are unseen Dont get me wrong im not downing weave its just that type of beauty just aint for me Curly afro with the headband holding it back or sleek long hair relaxed down her back I get that treatment is necessary for you to look great in your eyes but in mine you are divine and the most beautiful person in sight Your hair is the expression of self proof of if you accept who you are and where you come from and an example of how beautiful you are without trying Speechless when you walk through the room theres just something about you thats just so cool beautiful girl with the natural curls i consider it a blessing god put u on to this world So in closing i want to let it be known years ago before the chains of weave and wigs and such back in the days of kings and queens relatives of tut there was nothing but the natural look and they were royalty so if i come at you like a king will you be my queen
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