About revolutions and hats
that change in fashion and color
and look well on us,
and our struggle to start
each day with a new emotion,
grabbing this or that one,
to parade it on our heads.
And my ever spanning
the gap between us with verses
that revolt and change color
and fashion and I wear them
each day and every time
that I feel alien to you,
and I’m more myself but you
read my verses and stifle
a revolution and a hat
pleases you and you snap it
from me and you wear it.
