In her mind eye
Skin black as coal
Hair long and dark
Star like eyes that sparkle
Fluffy yet rosy cheek
Such is she as a princess
Dressed in a ballroom gown
Awaiting her Prince Charming
Beauty’s youngest girl she is
As if in a trance she awakens
With closed eyes mutters
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Tell me I am the fairest of the lot?
Eyes open she sees …herself
