Two Diverse Sisters
Give me beauty she said.
My intelligence smirked, thinking her silly.
Give me pretty hair, she hollered.
My ancestral soul gave a growl and a bark.
Give me a man, she added.
I was on the ground now, feet in the air, kicking wildly.
Laughing my guts out, knowing I needed one of those
Like a bird needs an enema.
Give me a pretty face she yelled.
My hazel eyes rolled.
Give me dendrites I thought; and lots of them.
Give me intelligence and imagination and more of me.
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