Little Angel

I'm waiting all alone. Waiting for someone to touch me. Waiting to come alive. All I do is sit on the shelve. Why did they buy me? Aren't I cute? I have a nice smile. My eyes are looking up to the heavens. I have a cuddly teddy bear in my arms. My dress is pink. Is it because I'm black? Is that why they don't want to show me off? They're ashamed of me? I'm I just part of the minority quota? My wings are spread. I'm ready for flight. I need to be needed. Oh! Wait a minute. Easy! Someone is picking me up. I'm flying across the room. It feels good to fly again. Careful! No! Don't do that! Easy child. Don't stick me in your mouth. It's dark in here. Hot...hot. Is this Hell? Wait. I see light. I can breathe again. Are you all right, bear? You're not hurt? My hair is a mess. I hope my dress dries. What? Not again! What is happening? We are engulfed in white, bear. I can't fly. Teddy, talk to me. What is that smell, Teddy? Is it pine? Yes, it's got to be pine. Is it Christmas time already? Careful with that hock. I'm I back in heaven. It is so bright. So white. Cover your eyes, Teddy. I'll never get use to this. I'm the only black ornament hanging here. It's tough when your small and black. Don't get me wrong, please. I'm happy to be here. Even if it is only for once a year. I'm happy to be one in a million. I may be a small black angel but I have a big heart. Merry Christmas, Teddy. Merry Christmas, everyone.I wrote this to write. I am not all too sure what I wanted to say or if I said anything.You be the judge.I am pretty thicked skinned don't hold back on the comments. Thank you. Written November 21st, 2001 © on Nov 21 2001 01:38 AM PST   0 • 10