I don't remember why I'm ****** up
but my dad told a story
about me once
(my mother failed to report this in my baby book
another disappointment; hardly a surprise)
I was five
didn't want to be Rapunzel anymore
didn't like being trapped in someone else's castle
I cut my long locks off
not waiting for my prince to save me
(ha!)
took the hair to dad
"Bug, what did you do?" he asked
Little girl, so relieved because
"Now I'm not pretty anymore"

dad said I was
a different girl
after that
easily angered
agitated
upset
                        I forgot how to smile