Her face has never tasted paint of beauty before,

she adores the way she looks down to her core.

Her neck never chained up with laces of the neck,

her nails never coloured, rusty as an old deck.

If news creeps out she is the last to be aware,

a weirdo her peers labeled with a nasty stare.

In their circle she is ousted with a harsh pull,

her style too ancient for their crew that’s cool.

She does not desire to live a fancy expensive life,

her role would be a non-demanding simple wife.

A decent appearance fills her up with full delight,

no gold, no silver could lit her day to be bright.

Her intelligence in her academics make her shine,

she let’s all wicked covered in bloom slide.

Her close people know she is not hard to please,

she gets gifts from them and that puts them at ease.

A boy younger than her asked her once,

what she seeks to have by chance.

“Nothing, I say I have all I seek” she reveals,

her heart a treasure chest unopened but sealed.

By: Nissi Lunga