Tammy and her Mother
Tammy put yellow daisies in her auburn hair.
They did not make her feel joyful.
She wore a pretty sparkly dress.
Her mouth continued to curve down.
You have to change your attitude said her mother.
But Tammy was accustomed to feeling inferior and angry.
Her costume could have uplifted other girls.
But not one who had lived with her mother.
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