my barber started cutting when everyone
was copping my cut. top high
sides faded to ether. got to
the point you weren’t cool if
you weren’t rocking it . you weren’t
no barber talking bout how you
really didn’t really know how to
cut it . cut it . I grew
up in the age of caesars .
afros mowed to make way for
the prosperity gospel respectability politics promised to
prosper . now I massage coconut
oil into my scalp
feels heavenly .