The "Other Girl"
One thing I don't like about myself
Is my hair.
It’s dark brown, and it lays in straight sticks.
My dad says that his grandma had straight hair,
But that it must’ve skipped him and his mom
And just gone straight to me.
I tell him I hate it, and he grabs my face and says,
“Principessa, you’re beautiful,”
And he kisses me on the top of the head.
I just wish I can see it the way he can.
It’s dark brown, and it lays in straight sticks.
My dad says that his grandma had straight hair,
But that it must’ve skipped him and his mom
And just gone straight to me.
I tell him I hate it, and he grabs my face and says,
“Principessa, you’re beautiful,”
And he kisses me on the top of the head.
I just wish I can see it the way he can.
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This is my new story, written in free form. The chapter title is the first line of the poem.Who's excited? I am. :D