First Prize

Your head hones
The sounds of her
Voice.

Your eyes excited
By everything she
Shows.

Her head blessed
With a golden crown.

My head cursed
With raven feathers.

Her eyes outshine
The sun.

My eyes eclipsed
By the moon.

Her smile brilliant
And shimmers with
Soft lips.

My smile bland
And forces itself
Across my face.

I do not have to think
Long

To understand why a prize
showered

In Gold
In Silver
In Shimmer
In White

Is the desirable choice.

I fought with my words
My eyes
My gesture of kindness.

But it will never amount
To the Medal of Pride
You deserve.