She dripped an ebony liqueur
Born of Africa’s heat,
A dark continent’s dream.
The sun glistened off her skin
Like the world off a pair of Ray-Ban’s lenses,
Distorted but cool,
Much cooler than ever it would off another.
I watched, we watched, the world watched
As she prowled, a huntress out of time,
Out of place, out of sync with a planet
That despised her freedoms;
She made no compromises.
Her eyes pitied us, the shirted, the tied,
The prim and proper,
And I for one hung my head in shame:
What had we become?
Primal, she was all that we’d lost,
Worse still, we’d never understand why.