Stop Stepping on My Hair

The slashing of my hair is needed

How does one go about doing this

She pulls, steps, and messes up my hair

But insists that I must not cut it

Her little flower

She never comes back until late

I can tell she went to the Snuggly Duckling to drink

She has told me about a few times by accident

Her precious flower

She tells me not to go but why

I need to do something about this woman I call mother

It's time to cut my hair and show her what her beautiful flowers is made of

Not her flower anymore

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