A Tall Velma, Not a Daphne

Much time and energy

Spent fighting the truth

Of my body.

Even at peak physical

Conditioning,

My body reflects

the inner geeky,

girl-next-door,

Nerdy,

Yet curvy

Body of a

Tall Velma.

Reaching, wishing,

Even lightening

my Locks to red,

hopeful,

Desiring to be even

A small

reflection of

Daphne’s beauty.

My sexuality hidden beneath

The comfortable corded

Irish wool

Sweaters I so adore.

When being handed out

Looks, Velma was in

Line for books.

We chatted, unaware

Of what we were missing…

So to experience the depth

and breadth

Of my mysteries, one

Needs to see past the

The flesh.

This always brings

On a good measure

Of sadness;

To accept that Velma

Hides the Goddess.

Then laughter ensues,

Envy over a cartoon!

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