This poem is for the broken combs and blue magic For pink lotion and just for me texturizers I sat for 5 hours In a hot salon that smelled of crack conditioner and oil sheen There is where I learned that I defy gravity I learned that finger waves make your hair grow And essential… Read on
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“Your hair is ugly;” “You look like Medusa;” and “Why is your hair like that?” became my normal. I felt as if the things they were saying were accurate. My hair became the punchline. Read on