Freedom Hair Poems

There's a 60's song from the musical hair
that's dated but it's message is relevant here.
A feminine voice full of woe belts out,
"It's easy to say...

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They do not wear flowers in their hair
They’re not allowed to smoke out in the streets 
San-Fransisco, I am not prepared
Some gentle people aren’t the...

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I took my son to the barbers today, and I sat there and I thought about how it compared to when I was small,

All of...

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We grew our hair down to our shoulders
    Hirsute we were, moustaches and beards
  Turned up our noses at those who...

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Anti Establishmentarian - hashtags himself as antithetical

The following poem crafted 
not quite thirty months ago,
when severe bad hair day
found yours truly self sequestered
toying with notion...

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Brush My Hair

I was thinking, 
sitting here in this chair... 
that you are the best man, 
I have ever met. 
You are not like any...

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You stare unto my body, and you see a woman
You’d glance at every inch, from head to toe
As if I have granted each and everyone
A...

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IT'S THAT TIME.
TIME TO CUT MY HAIR.
IT'S OUT OF CONTROL
AND EV-VER-REE WHERE.

IT'S IN MY FACE.
IRRITATING MY EYES.
SCRATCHING MY EARS
AND MAKING ME CRY.

I CAN'T SEE WHERE...

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Siege warfare (trumpeting)
average joe biden his time
linkedin with aberrant behavior
transpires within me mind,
(not just today December 5th, 2020,

but everyday/365)
warrants depleting stockpile arsenal
constituting exhausting mental health
uprooting...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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I spied eighteen ‘yeti’s in line
One even looked like Frankenstein
Since lockdown’s been lifted
For haircuts they’d drifted
The barber’s skills made them look fine

Slight tongue in cheek...

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Beckoning
by Michael R. Burch

Yesterday the wind whispered my name
while the blazing locks
of her rampant mane
lay heavy on mine.
And yesterday
I saw the way
the wind caressed tall...

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Woolly my hair is
Intimidating to some in its natural frizz
Why do we judge by the color of our skin
Isn’t judgement and hate a sin
The impurity...

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pink
whimsical
fearless on the loose

bold
flamboyant
putting it out there

wild
free throwing 
caution to the wind



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on June 11, 2019...

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