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...
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