Friday, January 30, 2015

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.


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