A Young Woman
A young woman’s back-bones
are never bent for no reason
lips are not shapely for no purpose
she carries no bag for no intention
swims through air as queen hunter
for no calculated bright reason
if the hair is absent, eye lashes short
when those in streets look back not
then which God created her wrong?
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