Poetry
Fringe
liquid eyes, toothy grin;
dusky skin, flat features,
you vied with others,
beautiful mortals like yourself,
for my exclusive attention.
you asked me plaintively,
to help you understand,
how worketh this world,
with people like me.
who treat you callously,
for all you asked,
is a little patience,
to teach you 'a,b,c',
to help you learn,
to quench your wonder.
yours is a beauty,
no being can see,
where acceptance comes hard,
rejection comes fast and,
broken promises a routine.
yet you remained undejected,
unburdened by worldly concerns,
knowing in astute innocence,
your glory be redeemed,
when shame consume others.