Terrance Hayes

Shafro - Poem by Terrance Hayes

Now that my afro's as big as Shaft's
I feel a little better about myself.
How it warms my bullet-head in Winter,

black halo, frizzy hat of hair.
Shaft knew what a crown his was,
an orb compared to the bush

on the woman sleeping next to him.
(There was always a woman
sleeping next to him. I keep thinking,

If I'd only talk to strangers. . .
grow a more perfect head of hair.)
His afro was a crown.

Bullet after barreling bullet,
fist-fights & car chases,
three movies & a brief TV series,

never one muffled strand,
never dampened by sweat--
I sweat in even the least heroic of situations.

I'm sure you won't believe this,
but if a policeman walks behind me, I tremble:
What would Shaft do? What would Shaft do?

Bits of my courage flake away like dandruff.
I'm sweating even as I tell you this,
I'm not cool,

I keep the real me tucked beneath a wig,
I'm a small American frog.
I grow beautiful as the theatre dims.

Comments about Shafro by Terrance Hayes

  • Madhabi Banerjee (6/3/2016 6:33:00 AM)

    nice poem. well dipected. keep writing (Report) Reply

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  • (12/7/2008 8:24:00 PM)

    I love hayes poetry! he experiments with self image in the wake of pop culture. (Report) Reply

  • (4/24/2008 9:11:00 PM)

    Wow! Saw it all, and I am so filled, and full....that you are out there in this mist. You Terrance with the wonder of words....and makin' in real. I thank you for that.

    Kash Earley
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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