Challenging Poetry

and lead me not . . .

there's something about hair,
long or short, beards or curls,
ridiculous stubble growing like
weeds on someone's chin,
black or blonde or red or gray,
or random rainbow hues unfound in nature,
mustaches, or cornrows or loose
or in one long braid down the back,
there's something about family hair,
especially, attached to sisters or brother,
nieces or nephews,
something about hair
that urges me to pull . . .

Prompt ▶︎

Give in to a temptation!