The Sleepover
It seemed like the right thing to do
Refresh her ponytails
Make her look nice
for church
But I knew when I saw her
the dilemma she faced
when she innocently took down those two
unassuming braids
Like a nuclear explosion
tightly twisted locs became
an unruly mass of thick, unmanagable
curls
I chuckled as I leaned into my husband's ear
A puzzled, "how do you know?"
was his query
But I knew
she would never again venture there
if the kids had another
sleepover
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