deepmindsnugflow: Hair like the trees. Hair like life. Hair like the bushes you stumble upon at nigh
deepmindsnugflow:Hair like the trees. Hair like life. Hair like the bushes you stumble upon at night. Hair like the wind that blows you everywhere..wild, loud and without a care. Hair.In this day, it defines you. It can bind you to the standards of beauty set by the European, not only to confine you and blind you but this should remind you of the natural rarity and beauty that’s inside you. Hair.Hair shapely like the oceans and seas, windy like the roads through the trees; daring, limitless and wavy. Definitely careless, fearless, bold and direct. One minute cool and chill, wild, puffy and fluffy the next.Yes. My hair is kinky. Its coily. Yes. Sometimes it’s oily and it ignores me when I pin it, gel it, comb it, brush it, dye it..ultimately, deny it of being who it is and doing what it does.My hair is an interchangeable crown that cannot be cloned or created by even the highest of scholars. I wear my hair with pride and the understanding that I am great. I am the way. I am light…with hair like the trees blowing in the breeze that you and I breathe to sustain our life force energy. That’s me. -- source link