Mommy was happy when I was good.
I was good when I was quiet.
I was good when I did what I was told.
Then I got older
And Mommy wanted me to be pretty too.
“If you let me pluck your eyebrows I’ll take you to Marble Slab”
That’s the fancy place mommy’s boyfriend
She pinched the tweezers and
pulled just one hair out of my face.
I got ice cream anyway.
I guess that means
ugly kids can have ice cream too.
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