Free Spirited Rime Couee
I have a strict morning routine,
my hairstyle is touchably clean.
Sometimes the curls go wild,
mirroring every thought growing.
Natural on the wind showing
an angle when profiled.
Never afraid to start over,
a new look’s a reinventor.
Taste is shown with a cut,
bringing about a toothy grin.
Radiating beneath the skin,
it’s that swag and a strut.
Way too feral to be tied up,
an iced coffee without makeup.
Real in the rawest way,
I can be out the door in five.
Free-spirited brunette’s alive
at the start of each day.
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