Lately Though I've Been In

My Hair And I Had A Really Bad Argument. She Was Being Sprayed With Alcohol And Burnt With Irons. She Was Being Over Processed And Yanked And Pulled By Weave Strings And Suffocated By Glue. She Told Me If I Didn't Straighten Up And Fly Right That She Was Leaving.

Truth Is, I Cut My Hair For Freedom, Not For Beauty.

Lately Though I've Been In Love With Myself And I've Become My Own Best Friend.

My Ears Sort Of Turn Off When Someone Tells Me That What My Heart Is Saying Isn’t A Good Idea.

My Shaven Head Is My Way Of Saying 'i Wont Take No For An Answer,' It Is My Way Of Saying 'i Believe In My Creativity And Artistry.'