Poetry Of No Genre (Cruise by Ellah)🌹

I am not my Hair

Walking down the mall
I see people look back
All eyes on me
I feel like im 2pac
The lady on my head gets much affection
My hair like an artist draws attention

Because I keep locks like a house-keeper
Lady wanna leave me kiss (keys)
Do I look like a housekeeper?
So many stairs (Stares) and lifts (Car Lifts)
I felt like a sky-scrapper
Its okay if you don't get it
Hommie you can ask later

Punchlines like a typist
Doing that before I had this
16 bars.. all I'm asking
I'll put you in the flow like a Baptist

My hair don't define me
Just a reflection of what I think
Jump into my train of thought
I'll take you on a ride of course

For the Christians who think I look irresponsible
And a lowcut would make God love me in multiples
I respect your beliefs
But don't put me in a box cos I'll take off the lid
For the ladies obsessed with touching  my dreadlocks
I hope you still come close when my hair gets cut

Because I am not my hair

If you think I'm poor without shoes
And a haircut makes me cool
Weh done sir
I don't wanna be around you

I refuse to be defined by skills and looks
But rather by the things I believe and do

Because I am not my hair

E dey ironic say my hair dey on top my head
But still yet, I no dey carry hair for head

Because I am.. you know the rest!

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