Red Shoes

Savannah House

Zayra, brother told me, You don’t need red shoes
Or white skin
Or periwinkle grins. Daisy is just Daisy
And that isn’t a sin,
But she isn’t perfect,
As beautiful as you,
Whose green eyes and caramel skin
Match the jungle of our home.

But Brother, I said,
She smells like Champagne’s Kiss
And the boys look—ooh
And the girls ahh
And I have periwinkle eyes.

Brother smiled
And Daisy did too,
But she looked too soon.