I Kept My Strut

Dirt matches my shirt
But I don't have a tree to lean on
Nothing is green in the machine
I can't stretch with no space
Must I get used to this place
My pants have ashed and faded
But I feel so old... they still fit
These big, clumsy feet have walked
Shoes with stories can almost talk
Nowadays, my Afro weighs
So I got it cut, but kept my strut
And people's eyes wide with surprise
Each time, I forget the why's
Then realize I'm not the same
To them