Wayfarer

Bad Hair

Sometimes I wake up at night
and my hair is gone
and I think
it is out there getting into trouble
getting into another fight
and sometimes in the morning
my hair is covered with mysterious cuts and bruises
I say “where have you been”
and my hair says,  “piss off.
you don’t own me”
It is completely uncontrollable
and likes to roam the neighborhood at night
with short lengths of lead pipe
smoking cigarettes
It swears a lot
and when I walk down the street
other people’s hair
gets very quiet
They don’t say a word
when my hair comes around.

Anthropoleukophobia

Fear of white people.