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..