The Weave
I have absolutely no problems with weave, wigs, or any hair assortment. Some people do what they must, and I respect that. But there is one things though.
Yesterday I was on the bus. A girl with a weave sat in front of me. It was so ferocious looking. It was directly in front of me, and I felt threatened by it. Its was honestly in every which way you could think of. I just though that if you went through the trouble of putting them in, then you’d at least keep them neat.
No biggie, I’ll just move.







