Cheveaux

(a) Is this poetry? No. This is my own personal epiphany. Decipher it if you will.

(b)

Hair
Is a lie
Because it pretends
To die when it is sabotaged by razor
And red-rusty scissor
Except no,
No.

It was never alive to begin with.

The American Nativity

Me and I have gone to market



Leaving our white-and-grassgreen creche



Where our brother is born



Crying America through toothless gums



And lemon-yellow blankets



In July



This was written in my Creative Writing Class, when shown this image: