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Father's Image

My dense brow, cursed hairs
dark with your DNA.

I sit, stare, dare not pluck
a single follicle.

I see the blatant looks;
they don’t ask, but I know

secretly they wonder
why the girl with wild brows

would keep them. But you know,
wherever you may be.

You’ll see my sacrifice:
fashion for loyalty,

looks for love.


riverwriter said...

Nice restraint here. The hair image is cooly intricate.

mbdc said...

Thank you so much for the thoughtful comment and warm praise!

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