.My braids of black hang halfway down my back
My eyes, like coal, the windows to my soul
But what's the point?
I ask of you
No meat to cook with
No mascara
No toilet paper>
No diamond rings
No refrigerator>
No French perfume
No hot water>
No blue jeans
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