When my hair does not lock
I do not use candle wax
I use bees wax for it is
Soft and allows my curls to
Come together and sing in
Sync in the wind.
For those who may not know
The keratin I lock together
Has me also singing a Bob
Marley song when the wind
Blows into my eyes. T'is a
Time to celebrate the no
Cry, and remember the past.
I'm also glad the bees are
Too busy to see the wax stolen
To hold my house of hair by
Taking from them. That is when
I know I am a capitalist for to
Buy the wax taken from another's
House is sure to make me the
Next queen bee and just sit
While the others move around
And want, just the stuff that
Makes me buzz loudest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem