The wild confusion of your hair causes you consternation
Like wiry twists of fencing wire your frustration
sticks out; there is no hiding it
And you so hate the curled morass
that does not conform to your middle class
expectations; there is no abiding it
So you tie it back tight against your neck
Your earrings bright where they bedeck
your creamy lobes; preferring to tame it.
Your desire for linear strands frustrated
nonetheless leaves your wishing unabated
I ask what would help your follicle control
You say to reclaim it.
MDC 2016
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