Hidden are fears
Present are tears
Gods Rath
Upon his daughter
Painted on ear canals
A paper tiger
Floats on water
But does not fly
Brown eyes see the way
But do not accept
Their origin
Coconuts and palm trees
Await her return
Tattooed in transgression
Punishment is correction
Praying for the end
She will spend
Her young years
Praying for death
Slowly bit surely
Through the eyes of a child
The paper tiger took flight
One last prayer
Finally accepting

Blaire Blaqua.

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