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Kinky Roots


When my hair gets all frizzy With all kinds of kinks I Moisturize with Lusters Pink. But when the temperature Goes up And the humidity starts to rise When I step out I get a Big Surprise! I find a mirror and Step into frame Check you out Sista! With yo afro centric mane. From soft and luscious To a kinky curly tangled up Jumble I look like I just stepped Out of the Jungle. My hair is equivalent to My African Ancestors Barefoot ways I'm happy to be back to my Nappy roots and waves.
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