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To The People Who Live In Your Hair

To the people who live in your hair,
Wrapped in beautiful black wool,
Confined to roots that blow against the wind.
Do they notice the change of climate as they laugh and play in their huts made of wool.
Threads of life parted in each region of your hair, I couldn't see them going anywhere else.
The people that live in your hair.
Long beautiful strings that flow down the bottom of your neck.
Each strand growing to extend the comfort of each home tightly nestled through each bristle, each finger that combs its way through.
A land once foreign before each strand began to grow.
Anxious hearts that beat looking into the horizon that hangs above your head.
A view of the world that sways in bitter unrest while there,
A moisture of happiness toils through the land of people whom live in your hair.
Safe in each others arms, tucked away in each beautiful strand.
Filled with thoughts that loom in birth.
To the people who live in your hair.
May they continue to kiss your hand with every sound the wind whispers
Kewayne Wadley

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Xvii: The Stars Have Not Dealt Me The Worst They Could Do

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 colour 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 colour that it is;
Though hanging isn't bad enough and flaying would be fair
For the nameless and abominable colour 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 haling him to justice for the colour 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 labour in the time he has to spare
He can curse the God that made him for the colour of his hair.
Alfred Edward Housman

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Lucy's Locks!

She sits so proud upon her bed, she looks at me and nods her head
'Your late' she says 'where have you been? I'm 93 not 15'

'Don't have all day to wait for you my days are numbered, so much to do'
'My hair's a mess please sort it out unless you want to hear me shout?

She thrusts a brush Into my hands to comb her long Grey hair
which falls with grace upon her back 'Now dear, please take care '

'Now roll my hair into a bun but gently does it please
Oh that horrible nurse Sadie how she likes to tease.'

'My head is sore for hours when she attacks me with my brush
she is always in a hurry and always in a rush '.

No time for Lucy's long grey locks which she wears with pride.
so everday I'd tend her hair untill the day she died.

I do so miss dear Lucy her stories made us laugh
she only wanted to be heared just wanted one last chance
to share her life, her tales of love oh how she liked to boast
But brushing Lucys long grey hair is what I miss the most.
Tracey TEE

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Hardly Cool

White women flip and flop their hair,
embarrassing black ones whose hair is curly,
while white men in the showers stare
at black men they consider to be surly.
The straightness of one’s hair can make
a person who has curly hair upset,
and showers cause men to mistake
the attitude of strangers who are wet.

What bothers others about you,
especially if you’re a difference race,
is often not the things you do
but just the fact you have a different face.
White and black may feel they’re quite
entitled to be prejudiced and foolish
and see the world as black and white,
but this is hardly cool, or even coolish.

Maureen Corrigan reviews Lena Williams’ “It’s the Little Things: The Everyday Interactions Under the Skin of Blacks and White” (Harcourt) (“The Perception of Race, Real or Not, ” the NYT, September 4,2000) . “White women go around flipping their long, straight manes in public, which annoys surrounding blacks, who are sensitive about their hair, while in the locker rooms across the land, white men cower in corners when black men undress.” The book is influenced by Deborah Tannen’s “You Just Don’t Understand, ” which ascribed misunderstandings between the sexes to different male and female linguistic styles. Corrigan disagrees with the book’s conclusions, citing Orlando Patterson’s observation that Afro-Americans are quintessentially American in their values and traditions and have as much intragroup heterogeneity as the many European-derived variations of white Americans.

gershon hepner

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