Stratford Circus cafe:
Glitter, gold and green, on
Brown skin
Smilingly shyly, she apologises
For her appearance
She is in a play, she explains
Later, on the bus:
Gold and green, on
Brown skin
Lips defiantly orange
Hair piled perfectly high
A loose strand tucked neatly away
With manicured hands
She does not apologise
For herself.
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I absolutely love this.
Thanks Alice!
I know (and appreciate) a good poem when I see one!
Marie Marshall
writer/poet/editor/blogger
Scotland
Hi Marie, thanks for stopping by. Glad you like it!
Thank you!