Me and my hair

It is unruly, untidy, but not unkempt,

It will not stay where I want, but stay, it wants,

I would say it is bouncy, but dark, twisted,

Roots strong; tenacious, vivacious …Courageous?

Not necessarily, it is however,

testing its own hosts will, unafraid, and

Unperturbed, forest like, thick and tangled,

Not unlike the jungles it so resembles,

Uninhabited it may very well be,

But not character-less, formed so-to-speak, stout,

Paradox. An oxymoronic statement;

Not sentiment-less, but not sentimental,

For both beauty and worth are of course not only

Within the tired eye of the sole beholder,

But also to those close, knowing of this One,

Who see value in those vines, those curls, that scruff,

Those eyes

That One

That hair

That Person

- C'mon folks! Waht is this really about, I mean i have messy hair but d'ya think I'd label it tenacious? For the record I'm describing myself...while hyperbolyzing (is that a word?) upon my curly mane and my rascaly mein.