You Too Kiss Me, My Black Beauty
The sapphire iris blinks
the long blonde lashes meet
against the milky white skin
the hair made up into blonde curls
her frock with frills
clearly marking the standards
Her bottom against the cold, hard floor of the
little plastic box
Her lips pink and her rosy cheeks
with the proud smile stamped against.
"I pick her!"
Those words accustomed to her ears
come as no surprise
and she looks beyond and below
over the separating line
and give yet another smirk to the trivial
yet again, the proud one!
The chocolate brown iris blinks
the long black lashes meet
against the dim light fall
the hair down into beautiful curls
her head carrying an invisible crown
Her bottom against the cold hard table
lined with dust after so many weeks, maybe years
her hands sore and numb, confined within
her eyes glazy as she looks through
the tears, through the box.
In came the humble being
with a playful smile on her face
with the white little paper wings
and the gait of a future queen.
"I pick her!"
Her finger towards the dim light fall
the beauty picked up from the line of dust
The young soul kisses
"Oh, you to kiss me,
my black beauty!"
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