that girl
that awful girl
who throws things
and yells
and never
ever
ever
listens
has her hair braided every day
in two perfect plaits
and I imagine
every morning
her loving mother
stroking her cheek
and sitting on her bed
as her delicate hands work at her curls
and make those two
perfect
plaits
1 amusing musings:
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