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Poems & Proses
Hair
<p>The one hundred thousand hairs on my head Curl and coil in just as many directions. My hair is a crown reaching up To kiss the heavens, defying gravity. It is a halo, an entity of the divine, Infused with argan oil and my mother’s love. My hair is my beauty. My grandmother always […]</p>
STU
Sep 16, 20242 min read
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