hairy matters

why would I want
gel on my do
while it’s not rebelling
nor flatly falling?

lay off my hair!
cried a so-called friend

it had its taste
of pomade and mousse
sprays and clays
and dank coconut oil
matters that concern
mere insecure toys

i want my mane
to sway loose
from the dried up goo
to feel the breeze of
polluted air, to bathe
in acidic rain, to bask
in the burning gaze
of apollo’s carcinogenic gem

my head wants to be free
no matter if it hides
its grayed and graying
silvery strands
under a three-month old
hundred-peso worth
night hued dye
of the cheapest
wilson’s brand.

19 February 2012
on the way to “Fun Ranch”
For K.O.G

About julesphilip
a teacher who is still in the process of discerning whether he'll stay in this way of life, answer a lifelong call to become a diocesan priest, or take on the responsibility of being a steward of his parents' legacy. may his experiences assist him in making a decision for the greater love for God.

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