Operation Desert Storm

I use a purple Afro-pick
with the phrase Navy is for Real
inscribed on it, a gift
 
from a barber with three fingers
on his scissors’ hand.
A case of combs had come
 
from a cousin in recruiting.
When I stand before
my mirror, ready
 
to attack my tangled locks,
I see dozens of well-groomed
soldiers with purple picks
 
stowed safely in kit bags
as they attack. I see
the enemy striking back.