He stood in front of the mirror
glorying in his bronze skin —
rich, glowing, a brilliant brown.
He surveyed his shiny, brown,
bald pate, hair cut close. He
reveled in his handsomeness
and then he looked away and
then turned back and saw the
blotchy, blue-veined, Honky skin
staring back at him and he felt
sorry he was an old, white guy
knowing that wishing will not
change one age spot or red
blotch. He turned off the light
and staring into the mirror,
said, “That’s a bit better.”