Bad Haircut

Snickering erupts,

as soon as I enter,

the classroom.


A bad haircut,

that I unsuccessfully,

tried to fix,

presents itself to the world.


I give a stupid grin,

as if to say,

that it was done purposefully.


An attempt at being different,

or starting some new trend.

But under the façade,

hate bubbles for,

my inept barber.

–Zane Castillo

Zane is a published writer who has had poems and short stories published in various literary journals including Timbooktu, Hello Horror, and Every Day Poems. You can contact him at

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