artist poetry 

poetry or prose 

everyday writing 

Me n my hair, Wild untamed hair, my very essence: my identity. 

Hey sorry I m having a messed up bad hair day - a million of them and my head is messed up too. 

After the fight to smoothen it out -there is now total acceptance - My hair is as wild as me. 

"Horse hair " well that's me 

"Hair like the horse's tail " that's me again 

What goes on in that head of mine 

Restless thoughts simmering sizzling 

I think they burned my hair from the inside out. 

My hair spins in a loop and spirals as it tries to make sense of it all.

 Flows like the river and flies like the wind. 

Wild stories, fantastic tales, too much of life in my 36 years and ugly sad reality. 

But also beauty and kindness and art and animals. People with hearts of gold and things that I just can't figure out. 

You never will, you never will say the voices in my head .. And all three of me nod in understanding. 

For what's to be understood? 

Isn't life just an experience?