In a world where smooth is style, Lives a girl, unlike the file. Theresa is her chosen name, Defying norms, she plays no game. Her hair in curls, arms and legs, Like tangled threads on spider webs. No sleek and shine, but strength and might, Her fury, like a meteorite. Her pride is deep, it’s …
In the heart of the Serengeti plain, Lives a girl, Adara, not seen as vain. Her body a canvas, covered in hair, An unusual trait, none can compare. The elder Jengo, wisdom in her eyes, Saw in her a blessing, a divine surprise. “She’s touched by the gods,” Jengo did decree, A fortune-bringer, as everyone …
Upon a stage where smooth is lauded, A heroine stands, her pride unclouded, Her body, a canvas, extravagantly shrouded, In a robe of hair, she’s lovingly enshrouded. Her arms, her legs, in fur they’re dressed, Against the norms, she stands, unbowed, unpressed, Her pride, a beacon, radiantly expressed, In her uniqueness, she’s divinely blessed. From …
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In a world often smooth, she stands apart, With a mane like a lion, and a lion’s heart, She wears her hair like a royal art, A hairy maiden, playing her part. Her arms, her legs, a furry display, In a world of waxing, she chooses to stay, Yet her pride, it seems, has lost …
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