She veneered herself from sight
and tried and tried to hide
her effulgent glow from beautifying
the world around her.
Who will find her,
who is willing to hear her
sing the blues on the corner
of streets?
There is magic that she brings
to life; turning shadows of the stage
to center, as stars watch her,
and she wonders
what happened here?
I for one will count
of what it takes to seek
the prize and unfetter her
from the delusion of her
ugliness
