I call it a ‘Moment’

Zig zag she cut my
black straight strands of hair.
Shaped to short
than I thought.
To the misshapen but
my favourite part of me,
I didn’t know if I should
play sympathy
or laugh, leave it.
Well, this will
be the very last time
I would let my mother
do this crime.

Oh! there it goes
one and then two
tears of missing
my long hair
that lay flat dead on
the white square tiles.
Without no
second of time wasted,
There I burst to
laughter that
died soon after.
Witnessing this strange
emotion for the first time
in life where neither
happiness nor
sadness attacks
each other,
I knew this was a

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