Why am I a Peacock? by Trisha De GraciaThrough Green tinted glasses?
Anyway, what you see:
Some swaggering emerald peacock
with a plume of (second hand) feathers
arranged in tasteful display.
A long and straight and tall blue neck
with a slim little head sitting sraight on top
a little fringing crown
and a long pointed
regal beak
(a path for my pretty brown eyes to stare down). 07/28/2004 Author's Note: Apparently, I appear snobby and pretentious. I look like the kind of person who takes hours to get ready to go anywhere. I look like I spend a ton of money on clothes, and on makeup. My smile is of the polite, I'm tolerating you kind. I know I shouldn't care what people think. I should just be me. But apparently you can't have an eye for what looks good and be nice and caring as well. That, or every time I am I'm pretending. My sincerity looks fake to people who don't know me. Like hers did...
Posted on 07/29/2004 Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
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