CurlsRock
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My locks of curls
are a glamorous mountain
of blown out dandelions.
“This is all my hair.
No,
I am not lying.”
My locks of curls,
they fall from left to right.
Curly hair- How do I handle you?
Not a typical Polish girl’s trait
Standing out like a red bush
and making me uneasy
I get this nauseous feeling
