Teira Naahi

Saturday, June 17, 2017


Richly poor stood at her door

Watching the world in play

Scanning the faces imagining their station

She twirls her hair and says

My bosom for a nation whom fate has ignored

My body for the tired hungry and poor

My lust for the queen and my jewel for a king

But for you my dear friend i can be any-think

I can see it in your faces 

How your eyes do betray

You have undressed me already 

Had me measured and weighed

But i am beautiful i know

And for a little kindness more

What you can not get from your lover

You can get from this door:

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