by Alison Mujati
Her smile deludes,
Still she bears all to be called beautiful.
From the corners of her lips to the whiteness of her dentition,
You cannot see revelation if no one reveals
But she has that malevolent omens stamped on her soul.
The belly is smooth, alluringnever chubby.
When she moves, she swing like a serpent.
All that she does with her body is unhuman-like,
The way she lifts her feet tells a tale,
Shy, as if the ground is ablaze.
Nevertheless,there is a chronicle beneath her steps.
She is kind yet we think to conceal her real personality,
Everyone thinks she stands between life and mortality,
Her mood can never be there for it changes drastically,
Looking straight in her eyes she seems like a daughter who has been shedding tears.
Asking what is up? She tells of her unique kind.
One in trillion, you can only meet when the moon crosses the path of the sun.
It is mere science but, remains mystery in spiritual circles.
It is not her zeal to keep company of others yet she keeps sticking around like a tamed dog.
Perpetually alone and somewhat primed to answer them questions.
She is terror the same way she can be not.
And it is senseless to incriminate for cases you do not have evidence to base your accusations.
Well, she is human but.........?