The thought of you sprouted in my head
You were last night’s dream that made its descent
Blades of grass were embedded on your dreads
Nature is such a glorious adornment
I wonder how often you wash your dreads
I would gladly assist you when you groom
Let me trim all the loose threads
So that new hair will grow and bloom
I love that bundle on top of your head
It puts a certain charm on your spirit
Don’t shave your head or let it shed
Of all twisted locks, yours is my favorite
Let me build a nest on top of your head
Let me cross your mind, my muse
Go ahead and let down your hair
It’s your mane that I adore so let it loose
I find meaning in your weaving
A silent protest to mainstream beauty
Rejection of convention is gripping
Twisted hair should never be just pretty