An old poem

My heart like
my hair i constantly
have to pin up, pin down
tie tight.
The tightly curled afro
of uncombed strands
are too...
distracting, disturbing,
wild, free.
My hair like
my heart in its natural state
is unmanageable, untameable
rebellious, free.
You shouldn't sit behind me
or approach me from the front.
It might be overwhelming.
And if its dry, calm
a day after it has been slept on,
with no covering
my heart can appear
unattractive, unkempt
unsupervised, free.