You Too Kiss Me, My Black Beauty

The sapphire iris blinks the long blonde lashes meet against the milky white skin the hair made up into blonde curls her frock with frills clearly marking the standards Her bottom against the cold, hard floor of the little plastic box Her lips pink and her rosy cheeks with the proud smile stamped against. "I pick her!" Those words accustomed to her ears come as no surprise and she looks beyond and below over the separating line and give yet another smirk to the trivial yet again, the proud one! The chocolate brown iris blinks the long black lashes meet against the dim light fall the hair down into beautiful curls her head carrying an invisible crown Her bottom against the cold hard table lined with dust after so many weeks, maybe years her hands sore and numb, confined within her eyes glazy as she looks through the tears, through the box. In came the humble being with a playful smile on her face with the white little paper wings and the gait of a future queen. "I pick her!" Her finger towards the dim light fall the beauty picked up from the line of dust The young soul kisses "Oh, you to kiss me, my black beauty!"