A Confession

Pretty girls dance across the room

A parade of blonde hair, red hair, dark hair, light hair

Sleek and shiny

Bouncy and fluid 

The kind of hair I dream about

Girls bend and sway in the morning sun

Fair skin, ivory, splashed with freckles

Pale as flowers

Not a trace of anything darker

I look in the mirror 

At my mane of frizzy brown curls

A parody of a crowning glory

My skin is gold

Too pale to be black

Too dark to be white

Caught in between

My eyes are the scariest part

A shade of green so afraid of being brown

Caught in between

Features that some people call exotic

But all I can think is "Alien"

Freak

Pick a color

Any color.

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