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Month 4-5 Album was created 4 years 5 months ago and modified 4 years 5 months ago No comments 0 views 0 visitors 13 files view album | view roll

Us in the mountains of NY Album was created 4 years 7 months ago No comments 0 views 0 visitors 19 files view album | view roll

Assorted Hair styles Phenomenal Woman Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Maya Angelou Album was created 4 years 7 months ago and modified 4 years 7 months ago No comments 0 views 0 visitors 6 files view album | view roll

The day I Got my Locs (Aug 1, 2007) I finally made an appointment to start my locs, after researching and debating. Debating with who you might ask. With friends and family who are not supportive and educated about locs and natural hair. My Wild Mane I sit before you transformed And our eyes cross once again. With a fiery stare, my mane billows defiantly in the breeze Finding fault with every little imperfection And every rebellion, no matter how slight Oh how you long for the old days Where I was pinned up in a stable Knowing nothing of the world spanning beyond your fences With limp lifeless locks, I obediently followed each command. Surmounting your fences I discovered the vast countryside Galloping away, I discovered freedom Armed with a straightener, hair gel and combs, You tower over me Grabbing fistfuls of my wind-kissed hair and pulling it tightly Shaping my locks into your vision Beating them into submission Running your fingers through my hair, With all your tools of manipulation Sculpting against my roots Fighting back, my mane billows in the wind Don’t try to control me, or shape me against my will I’m now a free spirit; a wild stallion Broken free from your fences long ago Throwing your brushes to the floor, you give up For my hair is too stubborn for your control Never meant to be pinned up Just like my spirit; Free (Feb 07) Ilana Cofield Album was created 4 years 9 months ago and modified 4 years 7 months ago 17 comments 0 views 0 visitors 12 files view album | view roll

MY PICTURES (Jan 1, 2006) is pictures were taken jan 2006 Album was created 6 years ago and modified 6 years ago 1 comments 0 views 0 visitors 3 files view album | view roll