Standing proudly on my head,
curling, coiling and twisting.
She's cocky.
When I think I have control she spits coconut and Jamaican castor oil.
I strap her down, grab one of her strands.
Twisting it around itself, until it forms a knot; she relents.
Then i grab another and another until shes completely bound.
She stays that way until i release her.I run my fingers through her tresses.
she loosens.
Wild curls in every direction.
A middle ground.
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