My Hair

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    one of my lighter poems, very childlike and humourous, kinda.

    My Hair

     A year ago it was to black
    inky mess, it was a blast!
    Black and tarred, like a racetrack
    oh what color's my hair?

    six months ago it was real blue
    imagine that, i was blue too
    it dyed to grey
    to make my day
    oh what color's my hair?

    I bare my hair
    for the world to share
    twirl around, flip and flare
    it's brightly pink like a steak to rare.
    Oh what color's my hair?

    I'll dye it green,
    a nice green sheen
    my hair's a rainbow
    of color's i mean
    oh oh what color's my hair?!?!
    as long as it's special I dont care

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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