I am Jamie
They stare with hate in their eyes
Despising my long natural hair
Perm! Relaxer! Dubee!
Why won't you get it straightened?
Why do you have the same hairstyle?
Time after time those hateful tongues
Forcing me to change ,in order to change their boredom
I wonder to myself
Change for the better or worse
But, I say..
I love me..my hair my looks..
They can't tell me how to live my life
I am me no one else
No one else can conform me into anything they want me to me
I am Jamie
J.A.M.I.E
I love me and my sexy coarse hair
My hair is my hair deal with it
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