Under the Full Moon She Was

Even before birth, she was bedeviled with claws, Her dark skin still dry even when it rains and pours, Leaning forward she tries to cut the African papaws; Through it all, under the full moon she was. It was sad when they beheaded the outlaws, Their culture never stood on a pause. Obeying the elders, her heart misses the one she loves; Through it all, under the full moon she was. The nights silence let her know that a bee can buzz, the moon drifts, inevitable was the cause. She regretted the day tradition labelled her family outlaws; Through it all, under the full moon she was.