My Hair 01/15

For every season,
a new cut, color or style
makes it way
beyond hollywood tresses
and into the bathrooms
of most of my closer friends.
And, we expect the change,
like hot flashes,
to be bolder than the last,
b/c hair speaks
some inviting language
we often forget
under flat iron steam
and that box 54 gold.
It defines a mood,
hidden under the I don't care
of a hat or scarf,
playfully sophisticated,
flawlessly funky,
and everything in between.
However we chose to wear it,
it's not perception,
not an excuse for psuedo-science
laden with ignorant extensions
of what you don't know;
ain't nothing wrong with me
b/c my hair is as much accessory
as new shoes.
It's all mine,
twisted,
 fro'ed out,
soft,
beautiful,
just like me.