There goes the little Mexican girl

They yelled and ran over to me

They pulled my long braids side to side

All my mom’s hard work, gone

I feel bad, she wakes up earlier than she has to

To make sure me and my siblings never go 

Unpresentable

But her effort is all gone

The girls tugging on my hair seem to keep laughing and playing with my hair

All i can do is wish a teacher could notice my yelping for help

But no one comes

And recess is once again over

I run to the bathroom and fix my hair

I’ve become a perfectionist from having to fix the loose strands of my hair

I just dread the next recess

But there is nothing else i can do

If I fight back I may seem to reckless

So I just stand there

Staring at them 

As they tug my long beautiful braids