Gold

I never used to wear gold.
Thought i was only good enough for
silver.
But then i realized something after slipping
on those gold sandals
I deserved the gold, the shine, the flash.
I held my head high
and i glittered.

The gold encasing my feet,
drizzled around my neck neighbors
with pearls The old gold bangle,
a serpent of ancient heirloom.
 It drew out the chestnut in my locks
The splattering of freckles on my nose
And made the pink lips, the dark eyes,
just that much more enchanting.

 I deserved the gold,
no longer the silver.
 Well the silver always held a spot
 in my fingers, the heart not taken,
the old Egyptian swirled.
 But i was ready for the gold.