When you were born into your family it was the most happiest day anyone could possibly imagine well to your families acquaintance and as you grew the more you changed and plus your hair got really curly and puffy so right now your mother was sitting outside on the porch sitting in a chair while you sat on the ground on between her thigh’s fighting for your life because she was braiding your hair

“Be strong love we’re halfway through and look at this beautiful head of hair you have” She says and plus she only got two braids in since you were moving a lot

You clench your fist in your lap while you fight yourself from crying while your mama hums the song brown skin girl by Beyoncé

“Your skin just like pearls your the best thing in the world never trade you for anybody else singing” Your mother sings to herself while continuing to braid your hair