My Perfect Hair
Long, autumn-leaf locks
crown my head,
everyone says so.
From the first time
my perfect hair
grew long enough to be
flipped behind my shoulder,
my perfect hair
has been the recipient of
endless compliments.
Without
my perfect hair
men would not look twice.
As it is, I am
the belle of every ball.
gentlemen compete for my attention,
flood me with adoration,
and can’t help but look
when I enter the room.
Without
my perfect hair
women would not look twice.
As it is, I am
friendless at every ball.
Ladies compete for the fawning men,
melt me with their glares,
and can’t help but stiffen
when I enter the room.
Without
my perfect hair
Mother would not look twice.
As it is, I fulfill
her strict standard of acceptable.
I don’t have to compete for her love,
trip my sisters to make me look good,
or beg for her attention
when I enter her presence.
My perfect hair--
long, autumn-leaf locks
that attract adoring men
and are the envy of every women--
has my mother’s love
as if it
flips behind my shoulder
all by itself.
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