Asian Hair

Every morning I sweep
and Hoover a full head
stuck in the drum.
Yet unnerving as seems
the mirror still gleams with more than most.
Still, I worry each day, I have fallen prey to disease - handfuls (at least) down the drain.

Genetics, are making a fool of me.
We three were the same, yet nothing alike in our sisterly ways.

I with the small gene, the white skin, the little one, pocket sized, black eyes that memorised everything. Fuzzy sandy hair turned to dreads without comb.

She with the tall gene, the honey skin, the green eyes with gold fish and elephant memory combined. The black hair, coarse untamed, everything always on her terms.

and you, you took it all, the dark skin, honey eyes, memories equally sad and refined. Heels for a purpose, heeled to no person but life. The raven hair, indestructible hair, glossy and naturally soft, still growing in the depths of drought. Laughed at the idea cancer would make her fall out.

and as you lay there in bed,
I braided your hair
and tweezed your unruly brow.
you asked if I believed you'll be gone in a week,
defiant, no way and no how.

No sign, no cause,
your hair defied all laws
Not one strand was shed,
from that beautiful head
of ebony waves.
No poison in your vein,
could destroy that luscious mane.
Jealous of your Asian hair.