Girls With Pearls

The instructor towered over me,
glasses hanging on the edge of her pointy nose,
She told me my innocent days were gone,
time to take off my bows,
In order to end up,
on the right hand of golden promise,
I'd have to forget my role models,
and offer my prayers to Adonis.
She told me I had grown to the age,
of self respect and dignity,
Yet when I submitted my application of excellence,
which I thought dripped of creativity,
Laughs filled my ears,
and pursed lips looked down from their purple cloth,
Girls with Pearls and white linen,
were made for green eyed girls to mock and scoff.
My cage was built and structured,
the final step was mine,
Silent acceptance of society,
or live in Antioch times,
My instructor leaned over,
creating a dripping shadow over me,
She told me,"Smart brunettes won't make it,
so drink your bleach and bleed."

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