Velvet Durag baby ( Durag poem)

Yeah, this velvet, baby.
Don’t touch it if your hands ain’t clean,
Keep your distance—like quarantine.

This velvet durag look like money,
Feel like hundreds, stacked and bundled.

So soft, it don’t bring no trouble,
The only problem—which color to double.

Apply pressure while I lay my hair,
First impressions? Yeah, they stop and stare.

Crown on my head, confidence clear,
Velvet Durag Baby—the wave starts here.

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