Daysha Styles

Daysha Styles

When I see hair, I see
Stands of dollar bills
Growing from scalps
All around me

When I see hair, I see
Dough changing hands
Filling the lining of my shirt
At the end of the day

When I see hair, I hear
Cash registers ringing
Coins chinga linging
After each head

When I see hair, I see
Daysha Styles taking shape
Right before my very eyes
Upon many heads

When I see hair, I see
Straightening combs on nappy heads
Split ends getting cut
And grey hairs being dyed

So when I walk by
Don’t wonder why
Because when I look at heads
I see strands of dollar bills

When I fall asleep at night, I see
A tress of cash
Growing from scalps
All around me

Upon my comfy pillow, I paint pictures
In my mind for another day
When Daysha Styles take shape
Upon heads all around me

When I see hair, I see
Stands of dollar bills
Growing from scalps
All around me

— Barbara Writes, Aug 09, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Billy Collins, Shakespeare, , Emily Dickinson, , , Whitman, Jess Tapper

Critiques

poet1

16 years 10 months ago

I like this. It’s funny,

I like this. It's funny, I think it is a cultural thing. I never think in these terms. Perhaps because I don't go to the salon to get anything fancy done to my hair :) I like the way your words flow, I just envision you walking down the street, glancing at various women with thoughts such as these going through your mind.

Barbara Writes

16 years 10 months ago

Not so cultural Lol

I think it's all me, I've been told. My mom says she know she birth me, but wonder where i came from as i am not like everybody else. Thanks for the comment glad you got a kick out of it. ~~~~~~~~~ Be whoever you are At all times, and Remember that Because of this, people will Always Respect, and Admire you ©2008Leonard Respectfully Yours, Barbara

press

16 years 10 months ago

BW

My girl BW, Way to stand up for accountability. You should have really laid it on them. But I read the footnotes about your daughter. [thank god I did]. Because I was about to pull the trigger . On us brother & sisters? You know the ones that ride around in a piece of sh-t car with the new rims that cost more than the car is worth. Even tho the car is all dented up , they wash it faithfully . They ride around with the sisters , nails done, hair done , with the mentality judge me by what you see. More than likely their kids are at home with a box of KFC or McDonald's. BW you have to pull the trigger. I think this poem has more than one meaning . But I read it again , and I see that you are intimating, your daughter. In how she gets paid. We need to pull the trigger on those other brother & sisters P.S Corina is a really good poet more than good LOV2U PRESS

Barbara Writes

16 years 10 months ago

Press

Okay, You lost me.It's just a funny poem. Don't know what your other meaning is. ~~~~~~~~~ Be whoever you are At all times, and Remember that Because of this, people will Always Respect, and Admire you ©2008Leonard Respectfully Yours, Barbara

leonard daranjo

16 years 10 months ago

Hi Barbara

I really enjoyed reading this. Quite unusual too. Leonard

Barbara Writes

16 years 10 months ago

Leonard

Thanks for reading. glad you enjoyed it. I don't really see people like this. I just made it up the images as i was writing this poem. ~~~~~~~~~ Be whoever you are At all times, and Remember that Because of this, people will Always Respect, and Admire you ©2008Leonard Respectfully Yours, Barbara

press

16 years 10 months ago

BW

I'm sorry BW ? But I am going the write a poem about . [The trigger] LOV2U PRESS

Barbara Writes

16 years 10 months ago