My Nemesis - A Poem

I wrote this about a year ago, it hasn't been edited or changed. Its mainly about the first time I met my best friend when i was 10 years old. we have a very confusing love/hate relationship.

We met on a trampoline

in the merry month of May,

in a lush green garden;

white walls, white roses and white plastic chairs.

A grand party . (Well, an attempt)

Of course she was all smiles,

A pale blue dress ruffled on purpose,

hair held high by a single red ribbon

in a precise, perfect bun. Brunette and

silky, skin as white as snow.

(or a radiator, depending on how you look at things)

and don't forget the pearly whites, Never.

And what was I next to that?

not much really, but I didn't realize then.

Back then we were strangers at opposite poles.

Me, sporting denim dungarees, tanned skin, 

and mud streaked across my cheek like a comet

It's just like the Ancient Greeks used to believe :

To be tanned meant you were a "slave", and the pale people 

were the delicate flowers, kept indoors and hidden away,

defended by parasols on a sunny day.

It didn't mean anything to me, being Nine and all,

the prime of my youth. Free.

I was enjoying it, why wasn't she?

As my Mother strapped me into my car seat

I asked, "Where are my dresses?"

She said nothing, but she laughed at me.

I twirled my blond hair around my finger, dozed off to sleep

and forgot the Grecian Princess.

(I welcome constructive criticism, but people who are just here to be plain nasty can just well...go be nasty somewhere else :) )