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you were young then … braids ran across your cheeks … which were rosy and fresh … the same braids have become thin and dry … like time, which rubs out and sits alone on the window sill …. in the lazy afternoons … looking at other, younger times.
By aniruddha on 07.02.2011
braid. i wear braids to work for every shift because it’s nice and keeps my hair completely out of the way. however, i hate it at the same time because i feel like older men in the restaurant look at me in a way that makes me uncomfortable. they’ll make comments and passes that i brush off, but it’s so gross. the cooks are just as bad. maybe i should just stop wearing braids.
By vaenilla URL on 07.02.2011
edging. wonder bout that. hemmings of things. scarlet braid on a purple
jacket. baiding the way to heaven knows. what is sensible bout braid.
it rhymes with wade. who wants braid nowadays. everything braided
could be anoverdose. hedges braided with fiery whins.
By the wiz that he was URL on 07.02.2011
She braids my hair, having fun I hope.
We giggle and I remove the braid
However, she has already moved on to the next braid.
Endless laughs and just plain coy
I wish I could tell her,
“I love you.”
By ChelseaSmile URL on 07.02.2011
You know how your mom would keep your hair braided when you were younger? I kind of miss that. I kind of miss being a kid. I kind of miss being your baby. I kind of miss you, Mom.
By Phoebe URL on 07.02.2011
She sat on the soft sand as the locals patiently braided and decorated her hair. Immediately she was swamped and surrounded by every tout, market seller and craftsperson on the island … “you like … I give good price”
By DaveC URL on 07.02.2011
Let me braid you like the shiny satin ribbon, weave you in as a strand in strands, so that you’ll touch me again and again, and no one will complain that I let you sit on my head!
By Harvinder URL on 07.02.2011
The acidity in her expression was blatantly obvious. She was clearly a volatile brew of hate, hurt, and revenge that was oddly diffused by the twee braid in her hair, finished with a hideous bow. What was she, 9 years old? For that I pitied her and tried to stifle a laugh. How could she be taken seriously when her dress was all “frou-frou”, her shoes were shiny red mary janes, and her hair looked like she’d just come from pony club. God, now I was just as angry at her as she was with me.
By Dayle Morrison URL on 07.02.2011
Braided lace, now i av ya- an crep da sheenio. frenchy stuff it must be cute so. Viva la da braid. i f braid be the hemmins of love den ok an I’ll buy dat!!
Am daft sll gone on braid, bshe was braided to the nines. See! I’ve the most relax-ted style in the universe. I’m not writin to impress anybody. If beens meens eeinz den i defy anyone ta say braid don meen coco. Hurray for BRAID. Good braidin wot makes good frends!
People like to braid vaginas. I like to braid my hair.
By Infamous URL on 07.02.2011
I wish I could braid hair because all my friends can. Honestly, when I try it just is so bad, there are hairs sticking everywhere and it just looks so terrible.This word also reminds me of White Chicks when they were like “And braiding our vaginas!” LOL
Omg it was hilarious but no still I want to earn how to braid hair. Even French braid. or fish braid, they look amazing. Or maybe I could do corn rows omg HAHHAHA
By Kim Do URL on 07.02.2011
well i Clare ta God n YA CAN’T bate the gud braidn– in man or baste!. Always rmembr TWAS da–wiz– dat– ee– was WOT sed dat
She feels like she was a kid again. The way her mom does her hair, the reflection she sees on the mirror. She can’t help but smile. She feels pretty.
By Christine URL on 07.02.2011
I love the way girls braid their hair, usually quite posh horesy types with money and time to waste. Must take hours I would have my hair done like that if I were black, call it corn dolley dont they braided, hair is cool.
By james cooper URL on 07.02.2011
There was nothing to be seen but women with colourful delights, ready to pounce, approach, encourage. Sitting on that beach I was lost in a haze of confusion as the women pulled, tied, attached and bartered…me, lost in a world of braids, rupiah and confusion…my introduction to a new land.
By cc URL on 07.02.2011
Her hair was rolled up one after the other. At some point, it reminded her of her life. It was all mixed up and everything was piling up one after the other. She’s glad it’s all over now.
By abysmaldreamer URL on 07.02.2011
By david on 07.02.2011
an accessory for the hair, of many colours and textures, to hold hair in place, to be a statement,
By moggies4us on 07.02.2011
A new kid is in town and everybody is trying it out, every one is talking about it. It the braided hair style. It makes to woman look proper and different. i love to see all the girls with the braid hair style.
By victor URL on 07.02.2011
sometimes i wish i knew how to braid.
but im a dude.
thats not really in the itenerary of knowledge that we are supposed to learn.
sure i may know how to change the fuses on a car and use a power drill.
but i dont know how to braid hair.
such a basic human skill.
and you know what?
By Sean on 07.02.2011
i wish i could braid but i just cant.
yes i have been shown but i just cant seem to make it happen.
i get so frustrated wi
By granddaughter URL on 07.02.2011
when you braid your hair you can do it to the side or in the back, there are all different types of braids, some that are hair and then there is the regular one and its pretty easy.
By brandi on 07.02.2011
it was hard,
not knowing how to tie her hair
but i tried my best to braid it
just for her
By mario URL on 07.02.2011
i always wanted to have a perfectly braided hair. but, my hair is not that perfect that I can not do it well. I miss my friend who used to braid my hair and who once i tried to fix hair.
By jam on 07.02.2011
She stared back at the mirror to see herself. From the scalp of her head, began a twisted braid, twirling itself in repetitive spirals until it reached the tip – tightened with a black hair tie. She stroked the long braid and smiled brightly, at her reflection and let out a long sigh.
“Let’s do this.”
By jen10 URL on 07.02.2011
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By haim on 07.02.2011
Twisted around and hanging down, against her back in a straight line. It shines with beauty, full of colour, rich in jet black and smooth. She pulls it to the front of her body and holds it tightly, fearing the cold metal of scissors against her skull.
By Heidi on 07.02.2011
adam liked braiding his hair. his parents thought he was a fruit-cake, but he liked it. somehow, unexplainable to him, it made him feel good with himself, especially after the accident. the horrible accident.
By haim URL on 07.02.2011
The braid swung down her back like another arm thick and lovely without thought just thrown together. With a little magic and elastic tie.
By Deb Ramthun URL on 07.02.2011
The trees where high and the sky was dark; hope was not a thing we knew.
We couldn’t walk any longer; death lied just around the corner.
- But then a small hut suddenly appeared, and when we opened the door, light showed us the way.
And there she stood; A woman.
The woman with the braid.
By canya URL on 07.02.2011
I just love the successful braid. when you sit down alone and embark on doing something with your own hair. There’s a huge chance that it will look like utter shit. Like you just rolled out of bed, not that you spent time making yourself up. But when it works out? Epicness. Congratulations.
By Victoria on 07.02.2011
That’s how my aunt did my hair when i was little. Now she’s gone and she’s never do it like this again. She’s in another country now with her family. With MY family. I miss them but they’re better off like this.
By Toma Andra URL on 07.02.2011
A french braid twisted round her back, shimmering and shing in the sunlight like an eel, glistening and still damp, drying quickly in the sun-dapled air. She turned and smiled for a seond, but it faded like the the neatness of the already unruly braid, as the hair came undone and so did the memory.
By Dido on 07.02.2011
I braid my hair mostly to keep my curls in when I want them to be that certain way. Almost perfect. As it is, my hair ranges from curly to straight. Mostly, it’s wavy and dull, with a bit of frizz here and there. Meh.
By Elly URL on 07.02.2011
“Can you french braid my hair?” shouted Maggie from the back of the bus. Some girls stood despite the bus drivers best wishes and others crammed in the brown vinyl seats, their shoulders pressed together…
By l URL on 07.02.2011
I remember when you used to braid my hair when I was younger. I always wondered what happened to you.. I never saw you after 5th grade. I never got the chance to tell you what a difference you made in my life as a role model when my mother wasn’t around. For that I hope that your life is filled with joy. That simple act of braiding my hair when I was younger taught me so much about my own self worth, self confidance, and knowing that someone had my back. It’s a tough world and I guess I never thought that just simple braids could affect me so much, well that was until you, until now, until I reflected on the memory of your office and how you treated me with respect. Thank you.
By Mauly on 07.02.2011
plait, bread,afro, curly,black, blonde, girl, long, goldilocks, three bears, dress, pink, long, frizzy, little, vintage, retro., childhood, memories, sentimental, window, shoes, feminine
By Kaysha on 07.02.2011
If there’s something I can’t do to my hair that is to braid it. When I was young, I envy those girls who can braid so effortlessly and end up with their hair so pretty. :( Boo!
By opeopeope URL on 07.02.2011
Every night, just before bed, she would mournfully braid her long raven hair back into a thick knot behind her head. Every morning, just before dawn, she would quietly escape the suffocating house, shed her clothes, release her braid and then dance below the darkened sky, naked and free.
By Mea Haney URL on 07.02.2011
John tugged playfully at the braid on David’s wig. “I think it suits you,” he said with a smirk. “You always did make a wonderfully confident drag queen, you know.” David only pouted a little.
By floppybelly URL on 07.02.2011