Hair Like She Wore It

Happy National Poetry Month!

(c) Photo by Vivian Faith Prescott
Hair Like She Wore It

My daughter once claimed
a right to dye her hair green

since her grandmother declared
alien status from another planet.

And when she grew up, she dyed it pink
and the public school questioned
her ability to be a foster mother.
And once she shaved it off;

no water at the hatchery barge,
said salmon slime stuck in it,
got tired of picking out the scales.
Now it’s long, down to her butt

where she flips it back
o it doesn’t drag in the toilet

and the tourists she shows around town
politely ask to touch her “Indian” hair.




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