Self-reference

I got a hyphen
In between my 'f' and my 'r'.
I have five 'e's !
I like a curlicued 'S'.

It adds to my appearance

Like those wonderful headscarves of Africa.
I am a few marks,
Hurried or beauteous,
On paper maybe.

He calls me Self-reference.
It has a nice sound.
The 'ence' is almost singsong.

I like to think of it as
An accompaniment
To the cacophonic symphony

Conducting in his brain.

But that's about it.

I've been told, quite irrelevantly,

I could be a brahmin

If there was a caste system,

Either by birth or by deed,

Among my brothers and sisters.

But We are a happy classless casteless society.