I woke up this morning,

My hair in a mess!

I tried to brush my long hair,

Only to find it in knots, like a nest!

My hair became so tangled,

I could not brush my hair anymore!

Every time I tried,

My hair was falling on the floor!

Now people look at me crazy,

Like I am a drunk!

Living on the streets,

As if I was the drunk!

And the cops look at me funny,

Like I have their Marijuana disease!

And how they want to throw me in their jail,

With all of the creeps!

But yea, I smoke their Marijuana,

They so like to fine me with!

But as my hair grows longer,

The more I will fight with them!

But as my hair gets longer,

The more I do regret!

All of those knots,

I can not unfix!

But as my hair grows wild,

Like I am in the wind!

I let my long hair blow all over,

In the dust and the pests!

As I ride my motor all over,

On two wheels ready to die!

I have only one life to live,

I am not afraid to die!

But as my hair gets longer,

The harder it is to fix!

But as my hair grows longer,

I do only regret!

How I can not brush my hair,

For Nature has taken its course!

The Dreadlocks I do have now,

Does not look like no others, of course!!!!

TRUE POEM