Will you read -
the pages from her life?
If she tells you,
It has nothing - nothing,
But
pages after pages
of dark hues and gray colours?
Will you lose yourself -
in the depth of her eyes?
If she tells you,
they are no exotic - charismatic eyes,
like the ones -
she saw on Vogue yesterday.
Will you listen -
to the sound of her voice?
If she tells you,
they neither have charm -
nor melody
to soothe your soul,
or carry you away -
to faraway foreign lands?
Will You?
She may not be able
to promise, You
a colorful and a comfortable story.
Neither captivating eyes nor a melodious voice.
But,
she can sure promise you
a genuine soul -
stripped of all its coverings,
transparent and clear,
translucent and cloudless -
as sky after its downpour.
Ready to be embraced
and held,
accepted and acknowledged.
For its strength -
its spirit, and its beauty
to withstand everything,
everything: droughts, storms,
snows and hailstones.
Life,
tossed on its face.
Will you listen to her story?
peace ya'll
unita