(^ this is me. but i have a face in real life.)
I was in the mall (first mistake) with my sister a while ago. We were strolling. Sauntered into a department store to look around, maybe for a coat or shirt or something. We’re over by the shoes and an employee walks by smiling. She says “hello” we say “hello” back. Then she looks at me and says “I like the wild look.”
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oh am i going for a look? i wasn’t aware. i actually thought i just woke up this morning as usual. i should let you know: this is what my hair looks like. it actually grows like this. i know that can be difficult to understand in this world. but really, i’m just black.
i know you mean well, but why does hair that doesn’t lie flat on one’s head have to be ‘wild’? and why does it have to be a ‘look’?
don’t do that, white lady. don’t do that.
