I could see my age in the grey,
on the floor of the barbershop.
My oldest son in the chair next to me - quizzical expressions,
Long or short, product or no product,
Short bangs or long, fauxhawk or nohawk
I suggested just mussing it up
Or combing it out like mine
Parting, from the left.
My hairdresser and I talked
The education our children
barely seem to receive, and the trophies our
children get for being second.
All that hair came off and I didn't feel a thing.
My oldest said, "why did you talk all that trash about education to the barber?"
While I started the car engine, I replied,
"Thats what we do, we talk about things that matter to us
When we get our hair cut. Thats what we do."
"Our lives begin to end, the day we become silent about things that matter" `Martin Luther King, Jr.
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