Bald Blues: A young man's woes

Oh! What unimaginable evil exists on my face
That my hair keeps running back from it
Pores once opened have shriveled to die
As my scalp loses the battle against heredity


Barbers scowl at the sight of my hair
My kind signify dying business
Oh, young men with different styles and more!
Intimidate me, for I will never keep an afro
Or keep a friend that keeps an afro

Bitter blues from a bald head
My hair still runs away from my face
I just hope before I'm dead,
My intellect does not also pick race!

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  1. Unknown18 January 2016 at 04:06

    Here's for your self esteem bro. In solidarity to a fellow writer. Keep doing what you doing.

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  2. Oyedele Alokan18 January 2016 at 07:20

    Lmao... Thank you sir. Self esteem well boosted!

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  3. Unknown19 January 2016 at 11:42

    Good piece...cracked me up...keep writing XO

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    1. Oyedele Alokan24 January 2016 at 13:00

      Ah... Hope I don't run out of ink.... Thanks for reading

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