Mom always said the other
girls were jealous, and of course
she was right. “Too pretty,” is
obvious jealously but the problems
only grew as I did.
Since I was young I wished for
brown hair rather than my
light shade of blonde, and any
eye color besides green.
I wished I had the same
taste in clothes, but I liked
dresses and fancy shirts,
and we could afford that too.
So I wore it all, complete
sometimes with mom's jewelry.
When I did try dressing down
they picked on me more and
no matter what I wore to school
I was an ugly nerd when right
and a dumb blonde when wrong.
But if you were around I was just
Esther, because you held them all
back even when it meant they
switched to picking on you.
