1950s hair apartheid

lately, people have been laughing and pointing at me openly in the street. i'm not imagining it.

it's my hair. i've got very fat hair, and a lot of it. and it's mostly grey, even though i am young. i ignored my hair for a short time, it grows quite fast and now it's big hair.

i live in a town called southend on sea. all the men there have very short hair. all of them. i stick out. if i got my hair cut, i could worry about more important things like the environment or poverty. but then i would be joining the herd, knuckles scraping the pavement as i walk.

people point at me and laugh, it's the nineteenfiftiesisation of our culture.