Jealousy Poem by Edwina Reizer

Jealousy



She wore braids in her hair
every single day.
Not because she wanted to.
It was her mother's way.

She braided them so tightly.
She thought her head would break.
Sometimes just the thought of them
would make her poor head ache.

'Why can't I have my hair
flowing down my back?
Her mother's frown would let her know
to try some other tact..

'Mother can we cut it
just above my shoulder? '
the answer that was given was
'Not until you're older.'

And so she wore her hair like this.
She never wore it down.
When at night she unbraided it
she looked just like a clown.

She knew she would cut it
the very next day
right in front of her mother
to see what she would say.

Her mother watched and sat down
and had a cup of tea.
Her mother simply said
'Now you're more beautiful than me.'

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