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.