Dear rebelious dread....

Dread rebellious baby dread in the front of my head (haha that rhymes),

I love you and all. I want you to do your own thing, I swear, but stop pretending to be part of my bangs. It only hurts you and I. you get brushed and it really hurts. Please go back to your family of dreads soon. I really don't want you growing down in front of my face....

Yours truly,

your maker

updated by @andrea-schneider: 01/13/15 09:05:47PM

realize

you are not its maker

it is

maybe you encouraged its birth

but you are not its maker

simple solution

stop combing your bangs

let them make themselves

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My new book Ban The Taboo Vol 1