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(talking about laser hair removal w/ my electrolysis tech)
her: ...i see some of my black girl clients with PCOS come in and they've gotten burned because there's not enough of a contrast between their skin and hair, it's rough
me: huh. well i got some years ago & it went well enough. i guess that means i'm close enough to medium to still be a good candidate for it?
her: yeah, you have basically the same skin tone as a sicilian. like i got my looks from the danish side of the family but you look just like my sicilian family members
me:



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By Countee Cullen
via the Poetry Foundation

If for a day joy masters me,
Think not my wounds are healed;
Far deeper than the scars you see,
I keep the roots concealed.

They shall bear blossoms with the fall;
I have their word for this,
Who tend my roots with rains of gall,
And suns of prejudice.

A Note from the Editor
Countee Cullen was born on this day in 1903. Read more from our collection of Harlem Renaissance poems.

Source: Copper Sun (1927)


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