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Oct 2013
I am no longer natural
Deep brown as I was
Covered in wringlets
I pressed myself out
Like ironed toast

I am a variation on auburn
More like my sister
Yet clearly unnatural
I almost regret it

I bleached myself out as if changing my color would change where I came from
I am someone else
And I wonder
Am I ashamed?
I changed hair color and now I'm thinking if I should go back
Cheyenne Najee
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Cheyenne Najee  VA
(VA)   
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