Battling the Darkness of Treatment and Embracing the Experience I run my hands through my Kinky African hair. For the first time, the curls gripping

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Rain drops patter on the rooftops in a soothing rhythm. I can barely hear the loudness from my house thanks to the thick ceiling. It’s

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Disclaimer! Information in this article may be triggering. Reader discretion is advised. Silence! No one dares to make a move least they are next. One.