[POEM] the dream: her hair

the dream: her hair

she ran to us sobbing, expecting you for comfort
but accepted our motherly embrace, instead of your fatherly approval
I petted her light brown hair, free from cloth and wild in lose natural curls
she told her mother and father, their disapproval in her practices
they didn’t understand, she said.
I continued to pet her head, obsessed with her hair: the color, the texture
she think I was crazy if she wasn’t so incapable of sanity
her look was that of a frightened puppy, scolded and begging for approval
I gave it, and learned that we were kindred spirits
she finally believed I wasn’t the villain I was made out to be
the vampire she was told was creeping through the walls
creaking floor boards and pushing against doors
In the end, she no longer needed your fatherly praise
just the comfort and acceptance of her Medusa
and a promise of a constant medicinal dose of the elixir I was providing.

/ / /

Gina Thompson
24 March 2015

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About Gina Marie Thompson

writer • mom • trail runner • cheese slinger • educator • social justice crusader • seeker of love & beauty• living locally • I CHOOSE LOVE ❤️
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