curly

i want curly hair. i want curly hair because curly hair is pretty. i want curly hair because it’s strong. it’s what my family has, and i don’t. i want curly hair because he, she, they, like curly hair. curly hair is one to get lost in. curly hair is redemption. no, not a perm like all the goyim and ignorant guys get. a head of curly hair like my papa, may his memory be a blessing, and my gg jassy. love is what i feel i need the most, because i can’t seem to give it to myself. maybe i need to pray more? write more? listen more? speak less? if my hair has more curls than i can count on both hands, i will feel sufficient.