| Poem by Iris of Longblackhaircare, a yahoo group | ||||||||
| Why do my naps cause you distressed? When you have the same thing coming from your head under that chemical mess.? You fit in with those you choosecause your hair looks like theirs, and turn your back on me when I'm your real reflection, you can straighten your naps all you want to, but it's the kinks in your haert that need inspection. To allsistah's (from God) I count the hairs on all of my children's heads. My word does not say "I count the hairs on all my childrens' heads. My word does not say "I count the hair on a relaxed child's head, or other. The pastor's word means: |
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