if I were in black and white

(Sometimes I would really like to look like a girl in a black and white movie. But anyways. this is a prose like thing, in a somewhat poem formation). enjoy!

 If I were in black and white

Living in a black and white world

I would be like one of those girls in black and white movies

With either the blondest blonde or

The blackest black hair

And beautiful full lips

And perfect dresses with delicious mary janes in my feet

I wish they could be red, but they would have to be black

or white

And as I would walk in the streets of paris

(because if I were black and white I would have to live in paris

or just maybe new york)

my steps would sound like thick heels shoes walking in pavement in the rain

And my hands would be like an angel’s hands

And perhaps I would have many lovers

Because it must be some fun to have many beautiful faces

love me

In black and white with that

Sophistication, mystery and sexiness that only a black and white life could have

But in the end

Only one of the lovers would matter, my dear love

You, you my dear love, would be the one that mattered

(because before, of course you know I was lying, and the many lovers are just a way to represent the many ways that you love me)

(and I just like to lie in poems and writings, because I cannot truly lie)

And I would study all the time

Because it would just fit right

With my shoes

And I would read in the library, because I love reading

And perhaps I would change a thing about myself

Every now and then

Just because I could

The thing is

I think my tears would be a little bit sadder

I am afraid of that

Because I love the rain so much but

always? I would miss the sun

And I think a black and white life would be a little bit like

a rainy world

I don’t know why

But I think in the end I would just feel calmer

As if the world could finally understand

my soul

by Antônia D. G. Lau

a beautiful girl in a black and white photo poster (maybe she is from a film, I truly don’t know), that I saw in a poster store in New York City. She is gorgeous, and inspired my poem-prose thingy. I don’t know her name, but if you do, please feel free to email, or contact me!