Whenever I dress cool, my parents put up a fight. And if I'm a hotshot, mom will cut hair at night. In the morning I'm sure of my identity, I scream "mom and dad why can't I be who I wanna be?". I just wanna be myself, and I want you to love me for who I am. I just wanna be myself, and I want you to know, I am my hair. I've had enough, this is my prayer that "I'll die living just as free as my hair". I've had enough, I'm not a freak, I must keep fighting to stay cool on the streets. I just want to be free, I just want to be me and I want lots of friends that invite me to their parties. I don't wanna change, and I don't wanna be ashamed. I'm the spirit of my hair, It's all the flory that I bare.  

I AM MY HAIR!