A Meeting at the Counter

8/30/2023

She spoke to me in Arabic,
I smiled because I didn't understand.
She said my cheekbones and dark features
Remind her of her people's land.

She handed me the Bic lighter
As she assessed the angles of my face.
She showered me with compliments like a writer,
Slowly and then with pace.

Her hazel eyes matched my brown
As compliments danced across the counter.
As two women delighted in ethnic beauty
That visits in the white world that surrounds her.

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Brianna is a proud native of West Denver and she is an avid admirer of the arts. Her admiration of the arts is centered around her draw toward the beautiful and good of everyday life. Brianna finds beauty in a well-worn book, in the eclectic colors and textures of a thrift store find, and in the sound of a killer guitar solo whether it be live or through a well thought out Spotify playlist. Her passions are varied and many, but they all center on appreciating the fullness of life.