she’s exotic, and i can’t
help but gaze
at her whenever
she falls
into my line of vision.

her skin is dark,
and her hair is wild
and long, though sometimes
she tames it.

i thought indian
when i looked at her,
but indian wasn’t
all there was.

i saw her in traditional dress
and she took my breath away.

she never looks at me.
she always looks forward.
and she walks
like she owns the ground
beneath her feet,
like it’s hers,
and she has a right to it.

she is beautiful,
and beautiful,
and beautiful.


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