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In the salon, a vision so fair,

A beautiful black girl with curly hair,

Bouncy, shoulder-length, a crown so rare,

She sits so poised in the stylist's care.

Her curls cascading like a waterfall,

Untamed, wild, yet standing tall,

As skilled hands gently cleanse and prepare,

To unveil the magic of her long, luscious hair.

The heat of the iron, a transformation in sight,

Her locks now sleek, reflecting light,

Flowing down her back, a midnight stream,

A true marvel, as in a dream.

In awe we watch this stunning sight,

A beauty shining with all her might,

With each strand that gleams and flows so strong,

She captivates us all, in her beauty's song.