With nothing to look forward to alone,
she had mixed feelings when she saw a face.
He wasn’t one of what she’d call her own,
though she did not belong to any race.
I haven’t touched on that: Was Ciral white?
I picture him with features much like mine.
In multi-choice, though, choice ‘E’ would be right.
You’re welcome to replace my face with thine.
Or Esther, if you’re of the fairer sex.
Her forebears might have dreaded the same Hell,
but nobody ran ethnic background checks,
so she was All of the Above as well.
The young man who around the bulkhead peered
was not completely strange, then, to her eyes.
The long and unkempt hair seemed rather weird,
as did the dirt and ragged leather guise.
Behind the dirt, the skin was rather dark.
Behind the leather, it was pretty tough.
Despite the wicked grin she felt a spark.
If cleaned and clothed, he might be half enough.
As one who woos, however, he would wait,
while as a mortal threat he blocked the door.
And then the man who now controlled her fate
said “Toto! We’re not Outside any more!”
©2011 Louis A. Merrimac
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