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.


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