It dangles in front of my eyes
it doesn�t let me see
When I eat
It follows the food
into my mouth
People always want to touch it
and constantly make fun of it
asking if I comb it
or if I wash it
Screw You people
out there
Who hate my crappy hair.
When you all leave me
It will still be there
bugging me of course
But it still brings me joy.