You MUST raise your children right
A willow grows on my head, Surrounded by patchy buckthorns and crabgrass, Their roots penetrate and prick my aortas, In the background, we play masks and plexiglass. A haircut would do me a world of good, I have let them grow way too wild, Stereotypes and Prejudices cling to the grime, In the background, the power struggle refuses to reconcile. They tangle easily and snag at the bottom, Split ends caused by hatred, resentment, and abuse When did we start to devour each other, In the background, we play 'which color do you ‘choose.' Pediculosis Capitis ravages through the scalp, The pieces of broken dreams continue to pelt, It gnawed a large part of our identity and grace, In the background, the Alaskan glaciers melt. White dandruff flakes abound all over, Hope suffocates as we itch in dark, We let a lot fall through the cracks these years, In the background, flicker the mutinous sparks. We all need a hairdo and some introspection, So