I found this poem while I was surfing the net......

Coil vs. Comb
by Sharon Harvey Rosenberg



Tight curls
wound like small coils
in a retractable pen
have no patience
for hard plastic combs
with jagged seams
and sharp teeth
biting
through the dense spirals
spinning
around my head.

Snapped, my naps snap back.

Tugged,
the tight texture tenses
against those little teeth.

And with vengeance,
my hair
breaks combs
into plastic
pieces.

And the coils spring back.
Like the spring in my pen
held in knowing fingers,
twisting strands of lines.

Forming follicle phrases from:
Curls coiled in S's, O's and Z's

Spelling my hair free
in long hand.