Hair! Hair! (April 3, 2017)

A frustrated sigh

Escapes my lips.

Looking at

The reflected image

Of my hair

In the mirror.

Thinking

Women will/have

Spend a fortune

For wavy hair

Like mine.

Truthfully

I look at my hair

And cringe.

Regardless

Of my hair's length

It has

A mind of its own.

Have tried

The punk look

With the Mohawk

As a teenager.

Alternating

With various 

New Wave/Goth styles

As I finished up

High school.

Still shudder

At my failed experiment

Of getting a perm.

Rather

Shave my head

Like Sinead O'Connor 

When she exploded 

Onto the music scene.

Knowing

All of my scars

Will be exposed

That I hide

Under this mop.

Therisa © 2017

Author's note: Right now, my hair reaches, about the midway point of my shoulder blades, when straightened out. The last time, a pair of scissors was taken to it, was about 4  years ago, to cut out split and dead ends. Something, I need to do, again. 

Sigh.