"I ain't gotta lie to you to make it sound fly to you...."

" I ain't gotta lie to you to make it sound fly to you..."

This diary is just my thought, my struggle, my life, and my love. I title every journel entry with a lyric from a song because i think of life in song (so its only fitting). In between living and loving... I am writing for me. Peace.

"... I'll keep my feet on the ground and bring the sky to you."

Friday, September 3, 2010

... she shamppos me loc (d. marley)

i am starting my locing process. It frustrating and makes me feel ugly at times... but its rewarding. my hair is groing fast i think. and it is a process. I get that. i am suppose to be enjoying it. Taking it in. and so ... the times when my hair gets puffy and look like a afro when its suppose to look like loc. When it sticks up on top of my head when its suppose to hang and flo. I am suppose to appreciate those times or see the beautiful in my hair finding its way. Well I am definitely not like those moments. but I want my hair to findits way. Its is dificult cuz I think that my hair should be more "in control" than this. But it isn't. its wild... like its owner. and its being tamed... like its owner.

... beautiful!

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