My Mind Is As My Hair.
It's like my thoughts grow outta my head;
every curl contains every word I done said
every song I done heard
every book I done read
And that hate and pain is like shea butter
that's why I look like a wild child.
Its who I am.
Its natural
and I'm tired of trying to tame it
cause even if I tried I couldn't change it.
This poem is about:
Me