as a young girl

forced to pose to show off my hair standing there— fake smile, mostly annoyed hating the look i was  forced to keep— long, dark, permed hair tomboyish clothes hands on my hips tapping my foot waiting for it to be over behind me, in the window— a reflection of my mom in a summer dress, holding the camera aiming it at me the unhappy me, i remember trying to please her being only who she wanted me to be

i look more closely is that my mother taking a  picture of me or is that me, aiming the camera at my  miserable daughter