Standing shoulder to shoulder with my sisters.
The sun forces only my unique whiteness into your eye.
The majestic sweep of green blurs as I shoot into stark focus.
Virginal but with a tinge of pink around my yellow heart.
Others whose whiteness took your eye
Hang limp and lifeless between your thumb and finger.
Admired, chosen. Plucked.
A thumbnail forced through their soft flesh.
Another's stem driven into their core.
I want to be the chosen one.
But can i risk a thumbnail through my heart.
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