Unlike any other day, I wasn't rigid today.
I was breezy and free; bent wherever I wished to be.
I've been wet, I've been greased;
I've been lathered, I've been seized.

I'm black, I'm brown; I'm also blonde: like a crown.
I'm styled, different in each, and sometimes far for another's reach.
I've my friends, young and old;
They can be straight, or have twisted desires to uphold.

Some of my friends leave my side; others go gray.
Our roots are cruel; it ignores our cries.
We may as well perish; if left dry.

I get cut in half or quarter; in a fortnight or two.
You'd assume I say put; I do not.
I fear no pairs of steel; I'm not alone.
I, am a forest of sable strings, zenith this body whole.