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OMG! I love your hair!

I hear, yet again

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Question:

Is IT an artistic or political statement?

‘None of the above’, I claim…

Question:

‘Is it really yours?’

‘Yes, I guess. I didn’t pay’

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‘Amazing! Great!’

‘Although,’ (me again)

‘I can’t keep it when I’m dead.

So, can I really say it is mine…?

Yes, I guess, but no – it’s not…’

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Here, a pause… It’s followed by

An awkward & ironic smile.

Uncomfortable silence falls

Until… another passes by…

Right now, she hears – “Rapunzel, Wow!”

‘What a queen indeed. Your hair is so fly.’

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‘Yes, I know…’ I hear her say…

With every tooth on full display

The Hair Show must go on, with another muse…

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Oh, Lord – don’t let me be misunderstood,

You’ve blessed me indeed with long and thick hair

Even in those places where hair should be spare.

Yet,

My eyes have seen this amazing crown

Pulled with so much hate amongst pain and lies…

Shaved, in less than a minute, with a primitive razor;

While Love’s eyes compelled mine to pay close attention!

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It seems so unfair that,

She pays two hairdressers every single day

Buying IT from her who’s compelled to sell…

So her child can eat, at least one more day…

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The other one’s hair is the enemy’s nest

She is lacking drinking water; her scalp’s in distress

She is homeless. Yet, on her head, parasites reside

They seek nutrients, in her blood, which they fail to find…

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Still… My eyes enjoy its beauty –

Long, short, slick, locks, natural and wigs

Just,

‘LOVE’ sounds like an overstatement,

‘LIKE’ meets the expression’s needs.

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