Selection Process

To you, girls like me
are a dime a dozen.
We step into your field
of wildflowers hoping
not to blend in—
hoping you’ll notice
something beautiful
in the way we stand
or sway or weather
the unforgiving sun—
that fire we pray will not
wither our uniquness
before you stop
and kneel down beside us
with your garden sheers
to make your difficult
and final choice.

 

 

DeMaris
12-27-16

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