My green eyes
Gaze against my nearly translucent skin,
Then flicker across buildings
Of mirrors and concrete,
With blurry lights,
As rainwater descends,
Before pelting my crimson coat,
And as I look for a place to hide
In fear among buildings and skyscrapers,
I glance down into a puddle.
Loose ringlets settle against my face
With a smooth jaw-line and a set of fuller lips,
Because I'm no longer the girl
With a small round head
With short tight black curls cradling her face.