Tag: hair
Haiku #644
The colour of hair
it does still my aching heart
It does believe me
Is It The Hair?
Is It The Hair
That makes you stare
at me upon the stairs?
Is it the elbow that I give you
in the side forcing you to
suck in a breath that makes
fools of us both?
Would you care if there
was more hair?
Does the violence
matter anymore?
I can see you bleeding and broken.
What words will be spoken
afterwards?
What cares worn?
Whose hair shorn?
Will you walk as naked as the day
and discreetly forewarn
those who suffer in silence
and witness the violence
of our modern society?
Such bravery, such discretion
Airforce One will bomb you
off the planets face so that
you will not see all that glory you seek.
(So you will instead hide) And meekly hide your pride.
Isn’t it a fact that where it’s at is forbidden territory
lest you step on a landmine and set off a cluster bomb
killing four innocent families?
Is it for the torn, the lost and forgotten that
you will wear your hair long?
A poem questioning dumbfucks, hair and violence and destruction in society.
OK! I’m touching a nerve.
Oh no I’m standing on my own toes. This is not about Islamaphobia but I did think about how Muslim women have to keep their hair covered but couldn’t steer the poem, That is the poem did NOT WANT to include that. Maybe another time.
Thanks for reading.
Hairs a Question For You…
Hair
Hair
Fine hair growing slow,
inch by inch, day by day grows
When will I see you?