Remember when mommy used to put ribbons in our hair?
Hot pink during the summer, and seagreen on Sundays,
a blonde much blonder than myself,
you were the envy of our sisterhood,
as daddy would only ask you to dance
at all those foolish weddings.
My high school sweethearts also attempted to rob the cradle...
you never knew how much power
those seductive blue eyes of yours possessed.

  Now you say people are ugly.
You say that men only want one thing
and all others are evil.
I'm sorry
that I let jealousy creep into my life
and rob me of my childhood.
I'm sorry
that no one told you what I didn't know...
that your looks would fade
just like the colors in the ribbons
we used to wear.

  By Marisa Torrieri