My hair has a mind of its own

It has a mighty reputation for curling

Its fingers around my throat

People have their notions 

About my perfectly imperfect body

And about how they lay up their hate 

And about how they grudge against me

Like tar on a wet dog

I am a desert

Dry dark and desolate

Its killing me

Then the air cut through my veins

Then i take a gentle breath

Giving a great groan of pure ecstatic

Intimate comfort

I realize i am perfectly impefect

I am like the wind in your hair

Curling fingers around your body

I am the current that never stops running

They cannot knock me down

Even if a bulldozer came rushing through

I am the quiet eye of the hurricane