Hats Hats Hats

 Hats

hats go on our heads 

hats can be red

hats do not mean you're dead

hats can be read

hats hats hats

what am I suppose to say about hats? 

there are large hats small hats colorful hats and bleak hats. 

hats hats hats.

how can hats be metaphorical? you tell me 

everyone can see your hats 

everyone can judge your hats

hats are hats

I don't wear my hat to church, I don't wear my hat to dances...when I go. I don't wear my hat when I sleep, or when I think deeply upon things that are petty, or things that stress me out and the one thing that calms me right away, is running my fingers through my hair, can't do that wearing a hat. My hat protects me too. From the sun in my eyes and my eyes from those who want to see them. My hat is part of my. 

The hat wearers creed

This is my hat. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My hat is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.

My hat, without me, is useless. Without my hat, I am useless. I must wear my hat true. I must wear it more straight than he who is trying to outclass me. I must wear it better before he does. I will...

My hat and I know what counts in high school is not the number of hats I wear, the noise of its color, nor the length of brim. We know that it is the way we wear it, we will wear it...

my hat is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its fabric, its colors and its insides. I will keep my hat clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...