Mom Hair Poems

My little brother cut his hair on my watch
I decided to fix it, the best I could do.
He was squirming, it’s uneven, a job of...

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Once again
my partner didn’t do their part
In science lab
I was alone again 
But you took his place
You were smart
You were handsome
You got me the “A”
You...

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Mr. and Mrs. Medusa
Put their huge hats on their heads
To constrain their hair that always
Looks like they just got out of bed 

They drove off...

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My dear brother Butch,

Hair are the highlights of my week:
I got a job at the Hairway to Heaven salon!
Our motto: "We color your hair or...

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A walk around the block in my parents’ neighborhood at dawn
wearing mom’s sweater and pop's sneakers with a clown hole cut out for  
...

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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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Corona virus pickup lines...
Hey baby, I'm still employed.
What's a girl like you doing anyplace? Seriously, wtf? Go home!
You're hotter than medically recommended.

thoughts..
Don't fall so in...

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10 weeks post haircut
all brushed back only choice now 
see mom in mirror?
...

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When I was young, my hair was blond
and my Mom even kept some locks
saved from a buzzcut when Dad came
home from overseas. They are long...

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Samson reborn within
brand name garden variety
twentieth century *****sapien
hirsute trademark characteristic
electrified, empowered, enamored
mirrored reflection validated

substantial flowing luscious tresses
superseded body, mind, and spirit triage
prioritized as most...

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One comb,
One brush,
Some spray to tame the frizz,
Two handfuls of gel
to secure the final product.

First, she brushed.
Then she combed,
so the curls could find their way...

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Me and my sweetheart 
Went out on a date
We were just Kids
With no money to spend

After strolling for a while
We stopped in a desert alley
“Let’s...

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"You were a pretty girl, where are your braids?"
I walk faster
Trying to outrun my sense of dread.
I've forgotten about the judging Russian people
Who with their...

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We arrived, it was 7 a.m. 
Then I was just a small girl
I still don't know why it made her angry 
I will never know...

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As a child, I hated getting my hair cut.
Pixie-haired-me; never had a chance;
Mom would always insist and enforce,
the hair cut of doom.

I would sit in...

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