Today I’ve come up with a poem of haikus kind of like Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow. Here goes nothing!
What happened to the other
Kids, the ones staring at the
Blank white wall panels?
They are hurting somewhere,
My son. That is why they’re bald.
But why, mother? But why?
I don’t know why, boy.
Just don’t stare. It causes things
To tip over, fall down.
What happened to the other
Kids, drooping like flowers that
Have not been watered?
They are sad somewhere, girl.
Daughter, stress made them like this.
But why, father, but why?
These are the questions
And answers of the people
Who are not aware.
The only people
Who can make them see us for
Who we are can only
Be you. You are strong.
You are not that wilting rose,
That frozen statue.
You are only you.
You are not insecure or
Uncomfortable with
Who you are. Because
You are a special person.
You are alopecian.
And when that courage
Rises to the surface like a
Cork held down underwater
It brings others with it.
It lifts thousands of rocks, and
Turns them into cork.
When people begin
To realize that these people
Are strong, not weaker
They will show us
Respect. After all, isn’t rock
Cork with switched letters?
Beautiful, Peyton!
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