Like Samson, my hair
is not for sale,
mine though is not a sign
of heroic strength,
masculinity of its alleged highest form,
more in the way
that when it is short
I look like a thug
in the mirror, polished
but with dusty edges of time
throwing back images of the one hair cut
I forced myself to have
and how
in the end
I just stood anonymous
in the crew.
Ian D. Hall 2017