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Perms, Hot Combs, and Curlers
"get it out" I say
"5 more minutes" she say
"get it out" I say
"5 more minutes if you want it straight"
blisters, sores, peels
I pick
Leaving lighter designs underneath
I burn because I want my pride to blow in the summer wind
I burn because I want silky, fancy-free shining glorious assimilation
And maybe too cuz it seems easy
I lay toxin thick
Over and over ends split
I drive down
Beat less my own attractiveness
I guess I am an American
Written by Jill Scott
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