Why?

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?

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