We naturally made our way through
Caressed and nourished by her mom
Thick, black, silky and straight we grew ;)
Never did we under go any spa treatment
Never were we torturously conditioned
Never turned and twisted by those electric enemies
And never were we forcefully straightened
Repeated complements by the crowd
And her mom’s attention all throughout
Pleased her no end and made us dance with the wind
In sizes short and long and styles of all kinds
Her friends were jealous; they wanted us
And she flaunted more without really flaunting
People called her “obsessed”, yes she actually was
She had a reason to be for she had us ;)
But one day, some of us grew weak
And started leaving our company
Rendering us and our bearer, sad and tensed
And to control this fall, she began her attempts
We love our bearer and she loves us
It’s a mutual feeling that we share
She treated us better, cared a lot
Even after that, she had to see us fall
And so now, it’s as if we are just half
But our texture remains and are still loved by all
Although she worries, she rarely shows
Rather still flaunts and is obsessed for we still grow! :D
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