The twisted dreads upon your heads,
are a wonderful array of madness.
People stop and stare at what you wear,
with a mixture of both sadness and gladness.
You stare right back at this visual attack,
as you proudly sport your attire.
The viscious stares, the sidelong glance,
to their displeasure, you are on fire.
The envy is clear and so is the fear,
as you make your mark in the world’s atmosphere.
The strength of your presence, brings a frown of unpleasance,
as you behave in your natural state.
A state that is great, at any rate,
for it ultimately determines your fate!
By Sylvia Porter-Hall