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Abba, Amah

My mother bought off-brand shampoo Sacrificing soft hair To give me, us, everything she could muster. She throws out her hand in front of me When she steps on the brake, too hard. As if I would go through the … Continue reading

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My Mother’s Hair Lies

About her age But the creasing Around her eyes Reveal 10 children And bills due 30 years of marriage. Her hair Shines in the sun Her lines Crinkle With laughter.

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