Without fashion.

I remember when they took me to jail. They handcuffed me and put me in a patty wagon with other inmates. I ignored them; I was thinking about my daughter. When we reached the county jail, I was told that I had to take out my braids (with extensions) before they could send me to population. I sat in a cell and took out the braids. When I was finally done, my hair was short and padded. I was completely humiliated. It looked and felt like wool.