MISS CALIFORNIA

by Bryan Borland

Miss California
your mouth misfired and melted your crown,
Golden State Goddess tossed
from your throne and into the
mud, from coronation to common,
as average as us, let me cover you
with worthier titles.

How about
Miss Judge
our voice of vindication,
the cohesiveness of a community
unwilling to go silently into that lonely night,
not when we should have our
wives and husbands beside us.

How about
Miss Educated
on what makes a family,
on your belief that we aren’t meant to be because
the math does not add up,
but if you paid attention in arithmetic,
you would know that addition comes easier
than division.

How about
Miss Interpret
the concept of freedom, your idea that
we live in a land where the majority
can choose the rights of the minority,
but honey,
it’s not a choice.

Or how about simply
Carrie, the blond-haired girl
without sash or tiara, who
won’t forget us now, to whom I’ll introduce
myself as Bryan, to whom I’ll introduce
this handsome man as Christopher,
love of my life, and one day, Carrie,
our country will recognize him the same way I do,
and if you aren’t lucky enough to have what we have,
you’re sadly
Miss Ing’Out.

© Bryan Borland