She....(Of Someone)


She speaks with a voice cold, and fiery
Spewing wisdom and warning
Of mongrels and minstrels
Both silent and sonorous....
What whispers does she keep us from;
How much pain hasn't she uttered.

She stands before us with honor, and shallow
Dancing to rhythms and rhymes
Either real or rehearsed
Neither forced or faithful....
What steps does she keep us from;
How much pain hasn't she choreographed.

She writes in a style that captures, and eludes
Spelling out hopes and horrors
Scripting chimeras and compositions
Both innocent and iniquitous....
What words does she keep us from;
How much pain hasn't she symbolized.


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