her dress,
her hair, one day
straight
another day curly.
her nail color
is a rainbow assortment
chosen daily.
her shoes,
are one day flat,
the next day heels,
tomorrow,
who knows.
barefoot perhaps.
she has a tan now
and a nice
set of white of teeth,
now veneer.
she curses
like a sailor
all week
but on Sunday she's
Mother Theresa
in the front row at
Saint Lucia's.
she wants to be called
by a different
name as well.
not the one
her mother gave her,
but a nickname
that suits her personality.
i can hardly up with
who she is,
or wants to be.
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