THORNS OF WABARA
THORNS OF WABARA
These prickles,they are the best part of your beautiful
Strong,yet bearing something so supple
Guarding you,as you be so fragile
They are feared and loathed for their appearance
But never commended or endeared for their intentions
Yet another homosapien hypocrisy
We adore the beauty
But never the scars of that beauty
It is so unfathomable for us
To fathom out that
These scars, they are the best part of your beautiful
They perform the act of an usher so conscientiously
Still we contemplate them thinking that
They bring obloquy
They bring ignominy
Decidedly we are so allured and captivated by the beauty
That we neglect what makes it..