A long tail of curly hair, falling past her shoulders.
Naturally curly, the kind of curls that other girls wish to have.
The kind of curly hair that other girls pay to have.
Saddest thing is that most of us choose
to straighten our curly hair.
This makes us feel like we fit in.
Unfortunately, we do not realize that we were
meant to stand out, with our beautiful curly
hair and a radiant smile on our face.
Sadly, we get so caught up in our insecurities
that we cause ourselves to start to hide.
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