Daydreaming, planning for the future, I stick my fingers into a forest of curls, coils, kinks and waves
navigating to the heart...the pulse of the matter
These roots
These roots are the beginning of it all
These roots are a foundation which I build upon
These roots give birth to my unique story
In a world of similarities
These roots give me my own identity, flava, flare
When I struggle, searching for a way, I go back to these roots
These roots are the beginning
These roots are strong and
These roots make me beautiful
MochaCurlz
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