i really like the way my hair looks

when the sunbeams hit it through the window.

i cut it in my room last night.

then i tried to pick up my unicorn

(her name is magica)

but she had a roach on her horn

so i dropped her back onto the hardwood.

daddy says we’re a team.

he says he can take me to get a haircut

and he can dust the bugs off of magica

but i don’t want him to.

i wanna sit in the kitchen

while mama trims my split ends

i want her to hold magica

because boys aren’t allowed

(duh.)

but she doesn’t know how.

the scissors would shake in her hand

and she’d never remember my unicorn’s name.

my friend’s mom is really nice to me

and she can cut my hair

but i just want mama to do it

because it’s the same with no one else.

but all mama does is sleep

and i all i do is wait

i feel my own hands grab the scissors

and i watch them hold my dolls

and daddy’s still at work

and mama’s on the couch

and i’m still in my room

stuck

alone.

my stomach hurts.

i think it always will.