Behind Blue Eyes

Thoughts were big, and big was the plan,
She belonged to the dreamer clan.
Eyes were blue and curly hair undone,
Her face was that of a coy maiden.
As she wore the sheer frock with frill and curl,
Pirouetted around on stilettos to catch a whirl.
Attire was perfect but skin little dusky,
Sweet were thoughts but voice bit husky.
As she looked in the mahogany shattered mirror,
It echoed her tattered life marred with error.
She wanted to run, her colour had drained,
But she was caught in the trap her fate had framed.
She earned her bread out in sun, all soaked in sweat,
Unaware of the callous society that acted as paraquat.
Nights were cold with no shawl on boulevard strip,
But she knew that’s all she got to call her crib.
No friends, no pals and no Toblerone bar,
No school, no grades and there wasn’t any meaning for “twinkle - twinkle little star”.
Sight of candies and toys used to tantalize,
But for this girl there was no birthday gift or Santa’s surprise.
She wanted a repast and not insipid love,
Poor soul wasn’t a princess but the duchess of curb.