She,
With feather spun skin,
a heart sfoter than nectarines
juices running across her glinting skin,
melanin enriched in harmonies,
She makes chests warmer from a smile with full teeth,
Nervous laughter from those who are uncomfortable with the sweetness of soul
So she giggles with half breath,
curves wrapped around body embodying fertility for anything good,
her tears are milk,
honey could douse out the sourness,
Someone dealt her the wrong cards,
so she held on to anything that seemed fit,
She bled for a while,
Like trees being cut at trunk; her eyes could be seen screaming
Now lillies litter her surroundings, embracing her footsteps with all 10 toes.
Her movements forming a dance,
She is not to be harmed,
the Higher Power has declared an angelic figure to protect her essence,
You’d be absurd to let a woman like her pass,
Like sand falling through your hands,
You will never know she left,
but you will remember like the iranian peninsula; she liberated the most flora and fauna
So this is for you, Setareh,
Remember your blood,
a gift inside your skin,
don’t let them taint your glory,
Peacocks are wise,
they have jostling behind them an array of feathers,
a rainbow of display,
Don’t be spreading your wings for those who deny your gra