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The Hair Cut
As a child, I hated getting my hair cut. Pixie-haired-me; never had a chance; Mom would always insist and enforce, the hair cut of doom. I would sit in that awful chair; itching, squirming, bawling me; a prisoner of the scissor-beast. When the ugly was complete; how Mom would brag, about the talent, of the scissor-beast. Unfortunately, the kids in the neighborhood; Never quite saw that talent and until I was in the forth grade; I was labeled, “boy”. This, nickname, grossly lacked appeal. Kids chided me about being a boy in a dress; hammering out cruel insults and names. One day, I said, “I don’t like pixies.” This statement was followed, by what elephant tears I could juice, from my ducts for the next half hour. Mom didn’t understand until I spilled the pitcher of nicknames, which I daily endured. Then she asked my preference… “Mom, I want to just let it grow.” She responded with, “You’ll regret it; long hair is a tangled nightmare!” My mom was the queen of child manipulation. She failed to realize, that I was on to her schemes, She gave her firm reply, “Ok, but, the first tangle, that I see; It’s all coming off!”
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