this morning #191.

this morning, she twirled her curls like all of the girls in a world that was hairy & twisted. they all loved her hair but she just didn’t care if they cared for it more than her wisdom. it had got to the point where there was an unspoken understanding about her true standing. she was the girl who would smile & laugh, the girl who was drafted to lure the boys with her eyes & thighs. her friends would draft off her. it hadn’t always been this way. this current life was her third draft after years of being ignored & then years of transformation. a part of her had died but it didn’t matter that it didn’t matter to her. she was comfortable. she was happy. she was comfortable being happy.