her eyes
a deep
exquisite
brown
her skin
deep like the soil
glazed with honey
sprinkled with glitter
her hair
a masterpiece
clouds of cosmic dust
surround her head
you gravitate towards her
want her
but
can’t have her
she’s too surreal
too good for this world
too good her world
the world she birthed
raised
loved
a world that gives her nothing
in return
all of her
energy
expelled from
her soul
her very own
heart
broken
splintered
across the skies
the stars
pinpoints
in the night
that is
the color
of her skin
naomi bethune (21′)