Obsessed with my Obsession
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My pen
The paper mate black one that spills in my book
It’s good to me
Makes me feel open, even when I decide not to be
It speaks for me
Most people don't see the beauty
In something so fine
But yet so thick
With curls so tight
Or stick straight locks
Hair is a science
But is seen as a crock
Fishtails
Dutch braids