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Jan 2015
Can I touch your hair?
No.

Neglecting that I have no knowledge of
the sanitation of your hands
Nor am I in the mood for questions
I do not hold the answers to.

My hair speaks of a thousand stories
you will not appreciate.
My hair speaks for millions of women
Darkened by birth or sun.

So no, you can’t touch my hair.
OA Agusto
Written by
OA Agusto  Lagos, Nigeria
(Lagos, Nigeria)   
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