I Once Was a White Woman: in My Wonder Woman Boots

I had me some Wonder Woman boots.
Some fire-engine red, with a snow-white stripe, grownup-heeled Wonder Woman boots.
I didn’t care that they were from a grungy yard sale bought for a buck.
They were freakin’, stinkin’ Wonder Woman boots.

Before I had those Wonder Woman boots,
I was just a little, seven-year-old, lackadaisical Black girl.
Running and skipping, hopping and frolicking was never my thing.
But when I got them Wonder Woman boots,
everything I had come to be, my entire life of seven years,
was null and void.
I was no longer seven.
I was no longer unmotivated.
I was no longer Black.
Not in my Wonder Woman boots.

In those boots,
I was twenty-four.
I was powerful.
I was fast.
I was Lynda Carter.
In those boots,
I had ice blue eyes and candy-apple red, heart-shaped lips.
I was a brunette, with long, wavy, shiny, bouncy locks.
My body stretched out, no longer compact.
Everything was perfectly proportioned.
I was hot
in my Wonder Woman boots.

I flew around the big, rooty tree
in the front yard of my home
(‘cause I had an invisible plane now, you know.)
It came with my Wonder Woman boots.
Round and round that tree I went
in my Wonder Woman boots.
Running and jumping, tripping and falling
over the jutting roots.
in those boots,
those Wonder Woman Boots.

they kinda hurt.
My breath labored, running around like a nut in those boots.
Without warning, I was seven, tired, and Black again,
in my Wonder Woman boots.

I sure admired Wonder Woman though.
Being a White woman was hard, thought I.
Then again, her invisible plane was real, unlike mine.

I smiled a worn-out silly grin.
That time, when I was a White woman, in my Wonder Woman boots,
had been the best five minutes of my life.

Originally from Springfield, Ohio, Joy Quarmiley now resides in Dayton. She works full time and attends Antioch University Midwest as an IMA student in the Creative Writing program. Though this poem is a true reflection of her childhood, she most often writes short fiction. She is the mother of two, the wife of one, and she loves a seven-pound Yorkshire Terrier (rescue) named Moe.