When I was born my hair and personality sprouted from the same roots

They bounced with me in every step of the way

but i passed the blower from roots to leaves

both lost strength

my hair and me were cut down and made into paper 

i shut down the voice telling me to be myself

i didn't recognize myself

And when i went natural

I had to start from zero

So slowly I went slicing the dead ends until I met the new rejuvenated roots

And fresh new baby hairs were plants coming up from the ground 

Eating the decomposed version of me 

But sometimes digging with my shovel and raking the knots
I get lost

My wide tooth comb is a flashlight leading me

through the maze I call my scalp

But in this maze

Something is strangling me from behind 

And my flashlight runs out of batteries 

But I have to keep on pushing forward or I might just wither and die

And start from zero all over again.

The circle of life

The most vicious circle

That Swallows you whole

If you don't make it out on time

You might be drowned 

with so much potential 

To be the most best

Unapologetic version of 

you