Colour
My first doll
smelled like chocolate
and her skin
just as dark
I adored her
Innocent as I was
I could have
never imagined
anyone remotely
resembling
my precious doll
could have been
committing
the equivalent of a crime
punishable
by the worst
kind of persecution
and abuse
Whoever bought
me that beautiful doll
was making damn sure
there would be
one less dirty bigot
in this bizarre world
we live in
Ever so proudly
as I clenched to my heart
my best little friend
I was blissfully unaware
I was making a statement
back in dark days of 1962
Read on air by invitation ~ August 28, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on January 11, 2018 for contest WHAT IS WHITE? sponsored by DEBBIE GUZZI - RANKED 10th
and on October 4, 2017 for contest AN OCTOBER PREMIERE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2017
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