Am I not my hair?

India Arie sang it, she is not her hair (and she mentioned all other things too).
I remember while growing up, me mother did all these crazy stunts(hairstyles) on my hair, and I used to hate erry one of them.
Getting older, my hair started being an intergral part of my identity.
See I was a tomboy, so you can imagine the mess in my head.
That was until I decided to abandon all chemicals and be 'natural'.

Started my dreads, my parents hated it.
I stood my ground, tho I knew it was hurting them.
After all, this was about me, not them.
My identity, not theirs.
Yes they layed the foundation, but they could not stop me from being my own person.

So, as they feared, my hair did become controversial.
I smoke weed, every stranger believes.
I say stuff that steriotype.
Yes my hair is part of my definition, but No, it does not create who I am.

I will shave it off, one day.
Then, I wonder to myself, will my definition have an error?