Big hair, small boy

I am a small boy, with big hair
My follicles have taken over.

Each morning, I emerge tousled
With locks more unruly than before.

I push it back distractedly
But it springs back incorrigible.

There is no mystery about
The monster I have created.

On calls, my barnet blooming
Fills the screen unchecked.

It continues gravity defying
No hair appointments threaten its domain.

I am a small boy, with big hair,
It's either this spectacle
Or let my mum have a go.