Barber ShopA Poem by Sami KhalilLosing your hair has many effects, even psychological... This poem highlights the reality of losing something(could be part of your identity). Also, the fear of losing something gradually.Barber Shop
by Sami Khalil I have no superfluous hair to spare; No neat and dapper haircuts with flair. My salt and pepper strands have turned into a ghost, a tonsorial joint phenomenon, no way to modulate its length. Bemused watchers soon realize, I’m Bald! It sends shock waves to their skulls crowned by a hallmark, genetic vitality. I’m disappointed my hair ‘mine’ dried up; my childhood openness to life fizzled out. Can’t gain any traction in this world. I think it diminished my sex appeal. I can’t fathom this phantom. I’m breaking down by a victim mentality. I think there is always an act of digestion Before the indigestion, after the fact. I salute you barber shop, salute your colored pole, for you carry the vestigial remnant of my old self. "Next, please!"
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