Genetic Irony

I hated my teenage appearance,

Especially my “Common” brown eyes;

Wishing I’d black hair and blue ones,

Like all the popular guys.

I realized as I grew older,

How rich was the color brown…

Culturally diverse and fertile soil,

Both high status in my town.

I found my eyes in later years,

Like Opals, sometimes yellow or green;

The color of eyes incidental,

Compared to the world they’ve seen.