I saw her.
But I tried not to.
I saw her smile convulsed
against her face; hiding away her
high cheekbones, ever chiselled
and elegant.
I winced and dug my nails into my palm
as I saw her eyes,
stretched to the sides of her face,
speckled in gold and silvers,
I saw the roses missing her bronzed cheeks.
I saw the sun shining
behind her ears,
glistening through her translucent, dark hair.
I saw her darker that the moon
and the starless sky.
I saw her smile grow sickly sweet.
I saw her lean body
perturbed with jutting bones,
heard the off-notes of music
against her clashing ribs.
I saw this amazing girl.
I saw what my life seemed like
before her.
I saw what I could do to change it.
But I tried no to.
-Cynthia
September 2010
For Nailantei. This is a poem about a pretty North African girl I once saw who was dying from starvation.
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