Bluest Eyes

All I ever wanted was to be pretty. But I was born with dark skin and eyes brown like dirt. I wanted to be pretty with blue eyes and bouncing curls like Shirley, Maybe then people would notice me. I hoped it was contagious and every time I drank milk out of her cup I would catch a bit of beauty. I hoped every time I drank milk out of this cup my eyes would become a few shades lighter. But this task was like my parents' life... Hard. One day daddy seen me as being pretty and I thought I could be daddy's girl But he saw mama. Mama in my duties as my upper body worked to wash dishes, Mama in my legs as I stood on a crate to reach the sink, Mama in my left foot as I scratched it with my right. He grabbed me and did things he did to mama...I didn't like it like she did. She didn't believe me so she beat me, leaving me scarred and bruised and still ugly. They planted seeds. Claudia and Frieda in the ground, Daddy inside me. The Marigolds never blossomed And my baby died being born prematurely. Look on the bright side, I finally have bright eyes. Blue as oceans I've never seen, Blue as the sky we pray to. Blue...I have the bluest eyes. But at what cost.