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| image courtesy of Magpie Tales |
I was never beautiful
Never swam with the swans
their soft feathers
graceful, white necks blooming with
bright pink buds of
boys' affections
Beautiful girls turned heads
I turned pages of books
My lovers were paper
vellum princes
who didn't mind if the princess was
too fat, too skinny, too, too, too
What if the ugly duckling
never grew into a swan
but into an ugly duck?
Would anyone love it then?
or would it be hung
by its gangly neck
in the window of a Chinese restaurant?
submitted for Magpie Tales 87
