My hair suits me
curly
loud
unruly
deciding each day
where to stick out anew,
often annoying
and attracting attention.
I’ve never been able
to get its moods
or my own
to line up
in a predictable fashion.
even when I manage
to get a semblance
of order
about it or me
it lasts only a moment
and then takes off
in one way or another
standing up
falling down
sticking out.
I have
little skill
and no means
for taming the wild
and have chosen
to give up that fight
instead
embracing
and accepting
my hair
and now
me.
In this moment
when I have a semblance
of order
about me
I will admit
it’s been a
curly
loud
unruly journey
an unmanageable
wild road
learning
that standing up
falling down
and sticking out
suit me as perfectly
as my hair.
~ cj 2011.08.11 (original concept from 2011.03.05)
Love it! When you first told me about this, I couldn’t understand how you could write a poem as meaningful as you usually do about hair. I like how you connected it to yourself. I have crazy hair, too, which I don’t believe is a reflection of my personality….but I could be wrong.
Maybe YOUR hair is a lesson that you should BE a little crazy. Or maybe it’s crazy so you don’t have to be? 🙂
What’s interesting to note for me is that I straightened it for years. Not any more. No freaking way. And oddly enough, it’s almost always the first thing someone comments on, when they comment about anything on my appearance.
I do love the way that came full circle with this piece. Maybe I am just jealous that you have hair. I did abuse my hair as a youth. Mohawks, bad dye jobs, razor cuts, glued hair positioning. Plus many more…
Yes I am now folically challenged.
Thanks again CJ
West (who’s also folically challenged) used to say he used his hormones for something other than growing hair. 🙂