Why do I feel the need to prove this to you when I created this myself with my indigenous ancestors?

You begin to doubt why you even consider who you're doing this for and how it brings you to question something that once you weren't conscious of; it was that natural.

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 A talent formed between our mothers fingers, placed upon us in order to help with our manageability. The result is beautiful, intricate and creative. A work of art, but how when taken so coldly out of context is it then appreciated. Demanding attention in places culture shouldn't. Manipulated, misunderstood and used to make a materialistic statement.

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Why are you oblivious or naive to the fact that we as black and mixed race girls are misplaced and subject to a different beauty standard?

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My hair is a toy, a fascination to you like a rare animal taken out of its habitat and displayed against its will in a circus environment.

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Can I touch your hair?

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I am taking back my ownership. I refuse to lose anything when being compared by appearance.