our hair comes from our roots our nose lips and eyes do too we can press our hair perm our hair cut our hair put someone else's hair in our hair but what we cannot do is change our roots
The Immortal Wize
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The Starting Point
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Concrete StepsI sit around and I think about how past rejections turned out to be a blessing and how long it took me to learn one life lesson woke up to find a few strands of gray don't recall passing yesterday do I have regrets of course I do if you made my mistakes you would too the light comes on after birth like life goes on after death I gasp to grasp then I sigh did I really pass the past up I never could imagine what the future would hold I heard segregation is on the rise I wonder what that would look like in 2025 actually the thought tickles me the astrological belief is we're in retrograde |
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