Realisations that Rhyme

The default state of your hair
has curls.
Not all of them have it,
but some girls.

And the yellow lines on your nails
contrasted on black,
mirrors the images in my self
that I lack.

You have the colours,
and I am grey;
paint me yellow, black, pink, and purple;
oh please, I pray.

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