I live in a country were pale skin is considered pretty
Which is an irony
Because most people are brown, bronze, dark, or colored
They look at me with envy
And say I’m lucky…
Only because I’m pale, that they think me a beauty.
Almost everyone here wants snow white skin
While I think “morenos” or “morenas” are beautiful
But I don’t try to change my skin color
Unlike most I see around me
If beauty is just skin deep
Then I don’t want to be considered beautiful
I’d rather be seen as pretty because of my dry wit and sarcasm
Because of my intelligence and quirkiness
I’ll shed this pale white skin
And be a different kind of beauty
They’re all marching
Arm in arm
Pearly whites showing
He waits, excitedly shivering
Looking like Prince Charming
Or a knight in armor shining
His eyes, they seem like dancing
In the altar I arrive
He smiles as we wait for his bride
And I wonder
Would I look wonderful in white?
She was a ghost!
White, no, pale
She was different from most.
Others loved her fair skin
Many coveted hear paleness
But she never liked her color, the same way she hated her chin.
She hated being thought of as pretty just because of her skin color
She wanted to be seen as more
Because she is more than just her skin color.
I draw a blank
My mind is blank
I have an empty space.
My bed is blank
My plate is blank
The house is empty.
I can’t think straight
I have nothing
Except a blank white canvass
He loves to wear white on Fridays
Not sure how it started
Somehow now he has planned it
I remembered when we both wore white at the same time
It was unplanned
It just happened
And after that I recalled
Wearing white again, hoping he does the same
Now white has become a favorite of mine
And Fridays too
For the sole reason that he seems to favor them too
she dances in the night like the first night you saw her
she moved with grace despite,
she was grand with eyes of deep light brown
a beauty beyond description,
recognition or belief
she took the dance floor and made it her own
her style is beyond years, beyond time
beyond the black and white façade
she is timeless
elegant with simplicity
you know you’ll never forget this night
and the way she looks on that dress
I want to be wiser when I grow old
The chapters of my life, I will have told
I don’t want to be young forever, what good will that be?
To never mature and learn and be free?
No, that’s not what I want, that’s not what I plan
I’ll do my best to grow old, I know I can
Oh to be old, with wrinkles and gray hair
I couldn’t think of what would look more fair
To be able to reach the age of seventy
That would be a gift of plenty
I want to be like Betty White
Who grows old gracefully, such a shinning light
Chocolate, so yummy so delectable
So wonderful to the taste buds
Bitter dark and wonderful white
How about with raisins and nuts?
Chocolate, I crave to eat
Comfort food or dessert, it really doesn’t matter
It sets off a sensation, so wonderful
I’d like to have some more, please
Chocolate, chocolate, so delicious to eat
Won’t you share some today?
Chocolate, chocolate, won’t you tell me
Are you hungry yet?