Spoken Word about Hair

I step out of my shower and dry off my skin. As I stand in front of the mirror and remove the towel from my head these thick, dark curls tumble out and it gets me to thinking about what covers my head, and what it says about me.

Now, hair by definition is an outgrowth of protein found only in mammals projecting from the epidermis-epi what? Well, I was never much for science, except of course some female anatomy so let's cut this shit and talk about how I could cut my mane. My hair that I could die red with henna and sprinkle with gold powder, adorn it with fresh flowers and thread ribbons through my follicles.

I could shave off the sides and get a mohawk, bihawk, duohawk, trihawk, fauxhawk FUCK I could just go to the zoo and steal a hawk and fly to the motherland where the warriors of the Maasai tribe keep their hair in long, tiny braids and shave their wive's hair to prove just who brings home the fucking bacon.

I could wear my politics on my scalp and reject imperial oppresion with dreads.

I could let it all hang out with an afro AKA a natural AKA a 'fro and let it curl around my head like a halo, using a pick to project my cosmic crown upwards and outwards.

But no, I drop the towel and let it dry. I choose to wear my hair so long that it can one day illustrate the distance between me and the mainstream because the only thing you should be able to PRIMP, TEASE, and PIMP is the system.