Bad Hair Days Poem by Micha Memory Asime

There were days when nothing went right
The sun shone less, the moon ebbed blackness
The seasons drew blood
And the tears won't stop

There were days I heard mum cry
And it tore my heart
To know she was doing all
But success turned a blind eye

There were days I couldn't feel the bloodline
The atmosphere was taut and the nights cold
I kept afar from everyone
'cos that was what I did best

They were bad hair days
Like a dance with death
And a patch with the devil
Like the one I had yesterday.