Sunlight can touch the soil in the rainforest

So, I don’t have a problem with the light

Cutting through my canopy. But I

Keep hearing my dad say “look a little thin”

Like I’m vain about my hair since

I live bald by choice but sometimes

I want to grow it out while standing in the shower

Waiting for the conditioner to work its magic

Then be annoyed after I get dressed only

To have some drops of water drip onto my dress shirt

Knowing damn well I had wrapped my head and

Furiously dried minus the dragon breath of a blow dryer.

A mini fro, black crown, weighing my head down

With its softness, the spouse complains about my

Case of hirsutism which doesn’t suit him

But it’s okay I don’t comment on his locks

That keep him chained in someone’s chair

For hours while the three-year old asks “when’s daddy coming home?”