At the nail salon
Ended up at the nail salon tonight. As I was getting my eyebrows done, Jessica the tech says… “Lela, have you moved? I don’t see you pass the shop anymore.” My reply…”Jess you probably didn’t recognize me because I took the weave out. She looks at me shocked and says “All that big hair was a weave!?! But you had it in for so long.” And I go “Yes but my hair uncoiled reaches my shoulders.” She was still shaking her head at me and laughing in disbelief. I believe I really confused her.
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Lela Jefferson Fagan
Lela Jefferson Fagan is the author of the book “Poetry of a Black Girl: The Darkness and the Light” and lead blogger at “Memoirs of a Black Girl”. Lela is an avid reader “A Real Bookworm” of all things in print. She finds joy in sharing socially and blogging about topics that matter the most to her. Born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. Lela now lives in Houston, TX with her husband Oji, an educator and Football Coach. @LelaJFagan - See more at: http://www.memoirsofablackgirl.com/
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