These Locs-D's Locs

These locs/D's locs These locs of mine. D's locs are mine. An escape from a tragically processed past. A challenge to embrace what was considered too brash, too crass, too close to being trash... too much like me. But... a journey from patchy to perfection... doesn't waste time on, or make room for, the easily preforated opinions, of the ill informed masses, that preach societal classes, while spewing hair~hate... locs~spate... In order to make themselves feel better, about their overly processed fate. It was quickly found, that these locs of mine... that D's locs are mine... We are one. And, we're not so easy to subjugate...