Mother combed my hair smooth
pulling it back from my face
curling it in a bun, using black bobbi pins
to hold every hair in place, adorning
the look with silky yellow roses
to match my sisters, all dressed in ruffles
made from the same blue cotton,
highlighted with crimson ribbons,
offset with bright yellow sashes.
The music began and we grabbed our full skirts
swishing, kicking, and twirling
mesmerizing audiences
with our flurry of color releasing
the joy expressed in the dance.
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