Afro: A Poem


 Afro. My afro is short, bold, and kinky. It grows from my scalp to the sky, gravity it seems to defy. No lie there were times when I would look at the mirror and thought that I might cry. Because someone would stare, grab, or say something ugly about my hair. But I had to learn not to care and love the hair I bare. I am beautiful afro and all.

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