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Jan 2016
We are African descendants.
Glorify your *****, ***** hair.
Don't shrink and cower in fear.
Own yourself
The sun kissed and blessed you.
Accept that your hair won't be straight and silky.
We are African Descendants.
My hair is relaxed and damaged. But when I get my braids out, I'm gonna do the big chop and go natural.
MysteryBear
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MysteryBear  Pennsylvania
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