We are the Dying

Look at the world, what's happening, what's happening.
Look at the people and places and things.
These are the things which surround us, engulf us.
We are the dying, help us survive.

Time is continually escaping, escaping.
Forever in the past and present and future.
Treat us with pride and treat us with care.
We are the dying, help us survive.

We live in the forests, the forests, the forests.
We live in the forests and oceans and plains.
We are the rare, endangered and sought after.
We are the dying, help us survive.

March Poetry Challenge (8th March, 2013)

Hair today, gone tomorrow

Curlers, straighteners, crimpers, pins

Darken, lighten, highlight, whims
What we’re born with, what we have,
What we die with, matters not.

Wear it up or wear it down,

Tight braids or loose curls,
To fringe or not to fringe
Or to half a fringe instead.

Cut it short or let it grow,

Undercut, layers, or perhaps Mohawk,
Plain and unadorned
Or bright and interestingly styled.

Whatever your fashion, or lack thereof,

Whatever takes your fancy,
Be proud of your luscious locks
Or your smooth and shiny head.