You complain about my hair
The wild mess it is
About how I don't brush it
Even if it then becomes a cloud
About how I don't pull it back
Even if I feel exposed
My hair is a part of who I am
Here you complain about it
Waiting in line for the rollercoaster of life
You don't want it in your face
In your way
You want me to restrain it
To put it away
To put me away
As your hairstyle becomes a part of yourself
And here you complain
Only because it may get in your face
All on the roller coaster of life
But why should I change for you
Your hair is a weapon
Whipping it back and forth
Your hair is a shield
Forming a wall between us
I leave you to do your hair as you wish
I can't change you
I won't change you
Yet you want to change me
Forget the rest of the ride
The drops
The loops
The corkscrews
You only care for the one hill
And my hair in your face
Why?
When there is so much in store
Why?
You only want to change me
You want to change my hair
YOU ARE READING
MindFull
PoetryWhen an artist lacks the ability to depict thoughts and feelings, they turn to words. Each poem is constructed in a moment of disparity, distress, or even overwhelming joy. Some even just discuss everyday life or the inner workings of an individual...
