The black and blank instruments for hairs

Afraid to lose the use of clips
She sent me some ,to remind herself how she once was

She is beautiful
But never thought so'
It takes a lil bit of darkness to rise above the humbleness she enveloped herself with throughout her being

The clips and chips may not be used-like ever
And she may never get the courage to feel beautiful outside of the convention,she thought beauty was

But ask me if she needed clips, braids, heels, fancy clothes, perfect body or other normal benchmarks of beauty
It was her bruteness, her disorder, her trueness that I find beautiful
Not the nornality; the strict and subtle formality that she bound herself with voluntarily though as if it's her duty!