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  157.     

Oh Who Is That Young Sinner

Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists?
And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists?
And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air?
Oh they're taking him to prison for the color of his hair.

'Tis a shame to human nature, such a head of hair as his;
In the good old time 'twas hanging for the color that it is;
Though hanging isn't bad enough and flaying would be fair
For the nameless and abominable color of his hair.

Oh a deal of pains he's taken and a pretty price he's paid
To hide his poll or dye it of a mentionable shade;
But they've pulled the beggar's hat off for the world to see and stare,
And they're taking him to justice for the color of his hair.

Now 'tis oakum for his fingers and the treadmill for his feet,
And the quarry-gang on Portland in the cold and in the heat,
And between his spells of labor in the time he has to spare
He can curse the God that made him for the color of his hair.
 
Alfred Edward Housman

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  158.     

Hair And The Statue

My hair smells like doll's hair tonight.
What a strange scent.
Did it gather all my dreams of escaping?
Out...of this room, this house, this city, this country, this life...
I pictured you as a sad cold statue in a park. I wanted you there to visit when I wanted...
You could not react
I'd touch your face, reach near you...gaze at the stone you've become
I'd slap you...
and leave...then come back
smile at the superpower of having you at my request
the stone you are now
my hair smells like doll's hair today
I want you no more
I want no one no more
I want the freedom which interestingly enough is a statue, too.
I've found out at young age, when I'd prepare Turkish coffee for my mom
a hair would fall in the fire...
when it didn't happen, I'd pull one off just to see it burn, smell it.
I want no one no more,
tired
I'll destroy the statue of you in the park
 
Nesa Llapashtica

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  159.     

I Am Mollie

I am mollie with frizzy hair and princess eyes
I wonder who I'll love when I'm older
I hear school bells and locker doors slamming
I see my sibling growing up
I want to do well in life
I am mollie with frizzy hair and princess eyes

I pretend I am a vampire warrior princess
I feel misunderstood by everyone around me
I touch my little sister's soft hair
I worry about relationships with the people I love
I cry when I think of leaving my family
I am mollie with frizzy hair and princess eyes

I understand that I'll have to grow up sometime
I say that I will eventually, but not now
I dream of becoming a wife, and a mother
I try to be a good daughter
I hope that all dogs go to heaven
I am mollie with frizzy hair and princess eyes
 
mollie myers

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  160.     

'Bathroom Barber'

I'm not a bathroom barber I've learned
gave myself a hair cut with my own two hands.
When all of a sudden I heard a loud noise
which took my mind off what hair to cut I had.

Then SNIP, it went off my head!
a large patch bald of hair is missing.
The dog looked at me puzzled and barked
and the cat raised her back and was hissing!

I must admit I looked a fright
with that large patch of missing hair.
When I got up nerve to look in the mirror
I even gave myself a scare!

I was only trying to save a buck
and give myself what looked to be so easy.
But with this patch of hair now missing
my head feels a bit more breezy.

I guess I'll have to spend the money
go to someone, where to them it isn't harder.
And never again will I pretend, to be a Bathroom Barber!
 
Linda Winchell

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