She tried to shame me for my big butt, lips and thighs.
Then went to the Doctor’s office to up her size.
“Can I touch it? Is this your hair?” – ‘Yes’ I lied.
“I wish my hair looked like that.” She sighed.
Years later I pic’d it out and she came by.
She pet me like a dog and I gave her the side eye.
“Nice hair Angela Davis, but that ‘ain’t fly’;
you look like you shout for a living and march on the side.”
Now she used perm rods and excessive treatment to clone the style.
‘So did you forget to brush while you blow dried?’
“No. This is actually like, high fashion.” she smiled.