Girl from Darfur

The silk smoothed against her skin.

how many fingers can she count then.

Baubles, beads, and bows array her neck-

For who knew she was so chic.

Her beauty was known from afar- dark and

lovely from Darfur.

She stands poised with a smile-

-behind her were the trials

crimson lips shaped like origami-

–bright as apple-red Fuji

Ah, lovely as bones- She spoke-

-let me have one more last look

Pirouettes and bows-one last twirl

–Oh-what a world

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