130
I’m not the girl with the Cinderella smile
exposing perfectly straight pearly teeth
so lovely birds swoop down to
perch on my finger and sing
I’m nothing as sweet as Snow White
I’m far too smart to fall for
the old poison apple trick
I’m more likely to be the one
placing a curse on an enemy
that’s earned my enmity
I’m no raving beauty
my waist a bit wide
my shoulders too broad
my spine slightly snaky
with a tendency to trip
over my own two feet
I’ve often pondered the possibility
that in a past life
Shakespeare’s muse for Sonnet 130
must have been me
yet he found in her something exceedingly rare
a love strong and true beyond compare
Is there someone searching for that
out there?
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