I sit in bed.
Pondering.
Waiting
For my thoughts
To drift off
Into the silent
Night.
The phone rings,
“BRING”
So I answer.
“Is this the girl?
The girl in the
white dress?”
A middle aged
Lady asked.
“No,”
I respond.
“I think you have
The wrong number”
The lady hangs up
With a final sigh and
“Thank you”
I wonder back
To my empty
Bed.
I sit back in
The spot I was in
Before
The call.
I look down at
My nightgown.
An old dirty white
Contrasted against my
Dark brown skin.
I look back at the
Phone.
Wondering
If she wanted me,
But how could
A nice sounding
Lady
Like her be
Looking for
Someone
Poor
Like me?
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