Curls

for Soledad & Alexis

They opened the door
and she saw their faces
covered with horror.

The long dark honey hair
strewn in abundance on the floor.

The long curls
reminded her of
the sea algaes
along the coast of the Pacific Ocean.

“I want to be someone
else, I want to keep my dress,
my shoes and
my pink rosa underwear.”

A flood of tears
fell through their eyes.
They tried to hide them.
He couldn’t.

They didn’t say a
word when they
finished shaving her
imperfect round head.

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