She


She had eyes that shook the soul,
So kind yet condescending.
Their grace could never grow old;
A glance so cold and mending.
Her lips told stories
Without one word at all.
Filling my hearts inventories
With her sweet voice's call
So why must a creature of so much elegance
Suffer through so much grief?
Surrounded by people with so much prejudice,
Receiving no relief.
She's hated because she is not understood;
An angel, far too perfect for her own good.

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