( CYCLE : STIGMA OUR SOULS )
I’ve got two red rings on my fingers
Sleveless ,long, redmy dress
On the front slits of thr thigs
Has beautiful lace and beads
I strap waist with a wide, red belt
My hair is loose, blonde, long
I wear them like a crown
Red hat with large brim
Mysteriously transluced
Broch with red stone buckled
Sandals red, heeled high
Today my perfect outfit
Next to me of my misery companion
Teacher of beauty, master of smiles
He often want people ordinary, hurried
Relaxed so that they raise their heads
And saw the world as new and great
Under a cape long, voluminoue, black
Master hides his wounded body
Which survided torture, has poverty
Instead wings he has white prothesis
This is how we walk, holding hands
People look at us in strange trance
Fall from they conventions and sorrow
Greet us if they were their nice dreams
When we pass them, their dreams blossom
Also there others who mock and treats
To rescute police want to call
They bad consciences, of stone their hearts
I’m learning first time
Beauty commoness can fight
So convention, vanity in retreat
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I’ve got two green rings onmy fingers
Sleveless, long, green my dress
On the front slits ot the thigs
Has beatiful lace and beads
My hair loose, blonde, long
I wear them like a crown
Black hat with large brim
Mysteriously translucent
Broch with green stones buckled
Sandals black, heeled high
Today my pefect outfit
In my black purs with chain and roses
Two poor, necessary documents
To be accepted and be signed
Trough bureaucracy strategic rules
In building petitioners in queuses
Seemingly sterile and bright
And is shock at the sight of me
In the order they won’t let me
Glance escaped from files
Follow me action as hipnotizes
Are trying to get my attention
My case well to get
And put a stamp at the end
I learn not first time
That of beauty smile
Conventions overcomes
Longing for beauty
Over commonnes
( September 1, 2024)
