Hair.

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