Saturday, Dad hits me with the “Don’t come home without a haircut.” End of the day, my boys start to go home, so me and my younger brother hit the barbershop. I sit down in the chair. Cape on.
Barber: “So wagwan, bredrin?”
Me: about to speak—
My brother:“ Low. Number 1 all over.”
Before I could even say anything, BZZZZZZ. Huge bald stripe right down the middle of my fro on the top of my head. No shape-up. No fade. No rescue.
Me:
Brother:
Barber:
He just shrugs and carries on. Fast forward to Monday. I walk into school. Principal sees me, grabs my arm and pulls me aside like I just killed someone shouting at me.
“You can’t walk around like that.” I'm confused

“It’s offensive to certain religions. You know what you’re doing. You're threating people”
This retard accuses me of being a skinhead nazi. A 14-year-old black kid A NAZI. Yes, he was a jew. I didn't even know what to say. So he suspends me and says I can’t come back until my hair grows out or I wear something over my head. Meanwhile, other white and black kids with buzzcuts? Not a problem apparently, but this guy always looked for any excuse to get me in trouble.
Next day, I show up in the durag-fitted combo.

Same bozo stops me and tells me I can't wear both, it has to be one or the other. I tell him "You're supposed to be a teacher. Why are you so worried about what's on my head, when it's your job to care what's in my head. Why are you trying to sabotage my education" Cleanest freestyle lyric l've ever came up with. He just stood there for a while and walked off. I hated the teachers in that school