AGAIN SHE WEEPS
AT THE CONFUSED EPISTLE OF EXPECTANCY
FEARS OF DECEPTION CREPT INTO HER MARROWS
SULKING DRY EVERY LIFE MONSTEROUSLY.
SWAYING
AT THE MERCILESSNESS OF SUCH WICKEDNESS
MORE SOBERED BY ITS UNDATED DURATION.

AND AGAIN SHE WEPT
AT HER ONCE WORTHWHILE
DILLUSIONED FANTACIES
SMILINGLY RELISHING THE SWEETNESS OF HIS WORDS
AS HER ONCE PEACEFUL HEAD LAYS TO REST AT NIGHT
HIDING AWAY HIS MONSTEROUS INTENTS AND SELF
TERRIFIED BY HIS OWN FEELINGS OF BEING NON>EXISTENT.

HOW LONG WILL SHE WEEP?
FOR TRUSTING TO LOVE A HATEFILLED CAMELEON,
UNCERTAIN OF WHO TO TRUST
AND WHO NOT TO TRUST,
STILL BEWEIRDERED AT THE SADDENING REALITY OF HIM.
NOW THAT HE HAS HER TO HIMSELF
IN A BOND THAT BEARS HIS NAME
HER MISERY IS SORROWFULLY STILL UNDATED.

HER CRIES! AN AFRICAN WOMAN.