An Old Whine

My mother never liked my hair till now
(and recent comments may be insincere).
She always criticized and told me how
I ought to wear it. In my 7th year,
she had it hacked away – with blurt and sneer
she claimed it was a bother to maintain.
I thought hair length should be within my sphere,
but she pulled rank and made it her domain.


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