She sat next to the girl with the Cleopatra haircut in her music lessons,
was intimidated by her oeuvre of wit
her blotch-free complexion
and her ability to work out keys
in listening tests.
She hadn't chosen to sit next to the girl with the Cleopatra haircut
but her friend had moved out of the seat
in between them.
And so there she sat
envying -
out of the corner of her eye -
the neat symmetry of Cleopatra's cropped cheveux
the pearly-white shade of her cheekbones
the ruler-straight line of her fringe.
She hoped no-one else in the class had noticed her relative inferiority
in terms of musical ability
skin
and hair.
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