Trapped in my bun are curls, coils, and lies. Life of how I truly feel inside. I’m sick of all the people pleasing. My soul needs time for healing. I grab my brush to pull my hair back. It’s a fight but I manage. The final step is to grab the hair tie. I try at first the hair band breaks. My hair disfavors the pressure it takes. I try again then succeed. I’m thinking to keep this style for the week.
Suhweet. Edition 