DAILY PROMPT

Roaring Laughter

I want to be delicate

I want to be fair

I want to be white

and have golden hair.

 

So I primp and diet

pray and swear

to

all the Gods and Devils

Let me be her!

My prayers go

unanswered

lost in a void

and

I’ve yet to meet that

fair, delicate,  golden-haired girl.

 

I went to the mirror

last Saturday morn

and as I opened my eyes

I saw

A dark skinned woman

with strong sturdy arms

her shoulders are broad

her eyes are black storms

 

She looked back at me

with a smirk and snarl

she was laughing from her gut

from the depths of her soul

because

I could not force her to be

that

Delicate

White

Golden Haired Girl