Napowrimo 13

Today's prompt was to write a poem based off of a fortune cookie.

Your smile will tell you what makes you feel good

You can’t force a flower to open

Into all of its glory, you can’t stick

Your fingers inside a tight bud

And pull out the soft golden petals

In the same way I won’t smile

While, walking down the street,

When a stranger tells me to smile,

My face to beautiful for a frown

A frown that causes wrinkles

a resting bitch face

Because in this world, a smile

Is only for pleasure, mine,

Not yours, like a flower

Opens on its own time,

When the sun’s angle is right,

When the bees are humming,

When the gentle breeze tickles 

her stem and she bursts into laughter

Like a dandelion turning to snow.