There once was a lady
With very lovely locks
Hanging down her neck.
When she was good
She was very, very good.
When she was bad
She said, "What the heck!"
I hope that activator didn't turn your avatar's hair the color purple. You know how we gotta be careful with that stuff. I thought your poem was all about being real. I think we have to quit worrying about stereotyping our shells. We can't be perfect and we really can't be totally bad. I honestly believe that we are a freestyle. The soul it self is a freedom. Worries, doubts and lack in confidence only become our bars. So like you said the heck with it. Let get crunk on life and enjoy each day God wakes us up to use activator on our hair so we can get that shine on! This work was real nice one sista!
Rosetta was born in 1909 as the youngest of ten children. The family had more laughter than money and neighbors would knock on their door to ask, "Can we come in and laugh, too?"
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